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Think The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald is all about lawn parties and iced tea?

Give us 60 seconds. We’ll set you straight.

Video Transcription:

Stick around for an All-American ghost story …

Our story starts with an eerie green light. And a pair of eyes—huge, knowing eyes—that watch and wait.

There’s a man who’s being haunted, too. Haunted by the ghost of a girl he loved but couldn’t have. She haunts him; he hunts her. He tries to conjure her through lavish, excessive parties. He sees her in each one of his dozens, and dozens, and dozens of expensive, tailored shirts.

And when he can’t have her? Well, what would you do? What would you do to try and reclaim a ghost?

Become a ghost yourself? That’s what you do if you’re Gatsby. Though not by choice exactly. Because Gatsby dies by someone else’s hand—not by his own.

A fitting end to a ghost story, don’t you think?

It’s also the fitting beginning to one: Because you could say that The Great Gatsby begins when the hunter becomes the haunter.