we are never to know that his hope ended in an institutionalized mental hospital in which he was treated for his insomnia, depression, alcoholic tendencies.
That was not in the book, yet already it became the very first impression we are given of him in the first two minutes of the movie. Already, we have lost hope in Nick. He is useless to us, and we can only expect failure... unless we are to find some consolation by the fact that he is being treated for the repercussions of what was about to transpire validating the seriousness and greatness of what was to come... But I doubt that was the intent of the supposed "forwards" unseamlessly sewn throughout the movie, but that frustration calls for an entirely different blog post altogether.
Oh Nick, all Nick had to do was reflect his position as the middle man, torn between two impossibles. The more Nick appeared, the more we grew to despise the others, because we were not in. And I think that is why I hate reading this book because I become Nick - the insider that is never really in - the outsider. But I think we ought to give Nick and ourselves more credit because we are more than just outsiders, we are involved, but we are not the insiders themselves.
BECAUSE it isn't our story to tell. The reason why Nick is never in, the reason why none of us are really in is because Nick was present, he experienced, and he observed, so sure he was connected in that way, but he was just there. He was absent. He was boring. And he writes this story about his connection to the events and people of his past, but nothing has set him sail to a future.
So now that we've come full circle, I don't think that we should be privileged to know what happens to Nick after those Golden-Egg days. I don't think it's fair to the characters, and I don't think it's fair to us as the audience to have an inclining as to what Nick becomes.
Why? Because it destroys the hope of J. Gatsby.
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