Gatsby: Empty or Full?
His life seems so full at times. Full of fun. Full of parties. Full of a Purpose (get the girl). Yet, there is the empty side too. Empty of meaningful hobbies. Empty of real relationships. Empty of family.
So, is he empty or full? Or is this perhaps just a matter of perspective? (In a way, this novel is reminding me of the House of Mirth – smoke and mirrors.)