It's almost as if Daisy isn't really seen as human by Gatsby, but rather as someone who is much more than who she really is.
One of the secrets, I suspect, for the book's phenomenal success is that Gatsby's obsession with Daisy reflects a universal truth in romantic relationships--that we often (immaturely) attach our needs to the object of our affection with our imagination, only to be disappointed when later we notice the realities of that person's humanity and imperfection. "Love is blind" so to speak.
And the strength of the attraction is measured by the depth of our needs. (This the foundation of the advertising industry. The guy/gal with the Lexus/Cadillac, etc., always has a beautiful/dashing girl/guy sitting next to him/her, implying that the car attracted the desirous mate.)
Daisy was an object of Gatsby's fascination, as was the Rolls Royce and the castle where the parties were held. Apparently Gatsby's childhood deprivations were the engine that drove his ambition.
Sometimes those we love the most are the ones we can never have for our own.
A haunting pregnant truth that is a logical extension of my above premise--our attraction is magnified by our imagination, fueled by our unmet needs.
Gatsby's unrealistic obsession with Daisy mirrors Fitzgerald's failed big romance with Genevra King, the prima debutante who preceded his debutante wife, Zelda Sayre.
Fizgerald's fascination with wealthy women could be rooted in his doting beautiful mother, who came from wealth. It was her family money that made possible his elite education.
One of the secrets, I suspect, for the book's phenomenal success is that Gatsby's obsession with Daisy reflects a universal truth in romantic relationships--that we often (immaturely) attach our needs to the object of our affection with our imagination, only to be disappointed when later we notice the realities of that person's humanity and imperfection. "Love is blind" so to speak.
And the strength of the attraction is measured by the depth of our needs. (This the foundation of the advertising industry. The guy/gal with the Lexus/Cadillac, etc., always has a beautiful/dashing girl/guy sitting next to him/her, implying that the car attracted the desirous mate.)
Daisy was an object of Gatsby's fascination, as was the Rolls Royce and the castle where the parties were held. Apparently Gatsby's childhood deprivations were the engine that drove his ambition.
Sometimes those we love the most are the ones we can never have for our own.
A haunting pregnant truth that is a logical extension of my above premise--our attraction is magnified by our imagination, fueled by our unmet needs.
Gatsby's unrealistic obsession with Daisy mirrors Fitzgerald's failed big romance with Genevra King, the prima debutante who preceded his debutante wife, Zelda Sayre.
Fizgerald's fascination with wealthy women could be rooted in his doting beautiful mother, who came from wealth. It was her family money that made possible his elite education.