Fitzgerald, F. Scott. The Great Gatsby. New York: Scribner, 1925.

I've been in New York City for ten days, and I finished this novel ages ago. I've been in New York City for so long I'm coming up with false causalities in all my sentences.

A fourth-time reread. All I can say this time is how fast this book moves. I know it's short and all, but I forgot how drowning in dialogue it is. So dialogue heavy! Also it's clear that every scene except those where some important backstory is being orated to Nick is filled with at least three people. It reminds me of some old fiction/storytelling advice I once read or heard: Put two people in a room you have a flat little dialogue. Put three people in a room and you have drama.