The Gatsby House Goes Down, And Three Allegories Rise

Few books have marked my literary life more deeply than The Great Gatsby. I learned several courses worth of instruction from reading and re-reading and scrutinizing Fitzgerald's promise. That I could read the novel as an indictment of the modern American ruling class (even if Fitzgerald could not), speaks to my proletarian core. The Gatsby house is no more apparently: The Gatsby House Goes Down, And Three Allegories Rise. I suspect a new McMansion, one of grander scale and equally empty rooms, will soon no doubt take its place.