That Summer, 1922: A Counter Memoir By Thomas Buchanan

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See Part I here, Part II here, and Part III here, Part IV here and Part V here

VI.

Then Myrtle. I have always blamed myself for that accident because had I not swapped cars it would not have happened. But if I hadn’t exchanged cars on the way to Manhattan I might have wondered after reading Carraway’s version of events if Daisy had been in fact behind the wheel. The inquest, to be sure, never even considered that possibility, none of the eyewitnesses noticed a woman driver, and if Gatsby really did take over the wheel after Myrtle was struck he certainly made no effort to return honorably to the scene. Instead, he headed straight to his house along back roads and hid the car as any coward guilty of a hit-and-run homicide would do. I never thought Gatsby ran her over on purpose; what I could not forgive was his running away.

To my surprise, Gatsby’s car was harder to drive than I expected. I’m an experienced driver but it took me a while to adjust to the transmission. Before I suggested swapping, I’d asked Gatsby if it was “standard shift” and he claimed it was. But as Carraway observes in the memoir I had some trouble with the “unfamiliar gears.” Now if I had difficulty, why indeed would Daisy, who never liked to drive and would avoid it whenever possible, suggest—as Gatsby apparently told Carraway while hiding in our driveway—that after the two of them left the Plaza Hotel she needed to drive to steady her nerves? She never would have been able to handle those gears—or brakes—and who in God’s name would ask to drive a huge unfamiliar car through New York City’s evening traffic in order to steady their nerves?

No, Daisy never drove that car and it is utterly implausible to think so. An outrageous and notorious liar is the only person who says she did. And yet, Carraway believed him, as have all the thousands upon thousands of his readers since.

Over the years I’ve asked myself a single question, again and again. I have no good answer for it. The question is: why did Carraway allow himself to be duped by Gatsby? Why did he come to believe that, despite our faults, a duplicitous, vicious imposter was morally superior to Daisy and me, presumably his old friends?  Was it merely Gatsby’s money? Surely, so many of us at that time on Long Island had bigger fortunes and those more or less honestly earned. Was it his ostentatious manner? Carraway may have been a sly fox but he wasn’t crass or pretentious. Was it his aura of mystery? Carraway was no dummy and he must have seen through the fraudulence and inconsistent stories. I sometimes think that Carraway admired Gatsby simply because Gatsby was a felon and certain types of people, like Carraway and perhaps even Daisy, find such criminals appealing and fascinating, romantic even. As the nation would see a decade later in the midst of the Great Depression every thieving killer would find his fan club.

I saw Carraway only twice after the events of that September. Towards the end of October I ran into him in front of Tiffany’s on Fifth Avenue. I was about to order some pewter settings to be sent as a wedding gift to Catherine and Michaelis. Carraway in his usual distorted moral perspective refused to shake hands at first and acted as though I were responsible for Gatsby’s death as well as Wilson’s. I ran into him for the last time at the Yale Club in March 1925. I was with a large raucous group discussing our upcoming tenth reunion. Someone recognized Carraway and he came over to say hello. He said he was engaged to Jordan Baker, was living temporarily in St. Paul, had given up bonds to get back to writing, and happened to be in town to meet his publisher in regards to a forthcoming book.

“What sort of book is it?” someone asked.

“A novel,” he said, with a straight face.

The End.

Robert Atwan is the founder and series editor of The Best American Essays. He lives in New York City and was always intrigued by what Fitzgerald wrote about Tom Buchanan: “I suppose he’s the best character I’ve ever done.”

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