The writer magnificently draws a portrait of  dalmore 40 year America in the 20s - an era of unprecedented prosperity that transformed and even disfigured the country.

It was the Jazz Age - a world of the beautiful and the damned. It was an epoch of bright lights, idleness, self-indulgence, dreams, boom, and doom. Unrestrained materialism expanded moral boundaries, trampled on values, and shaped the aspirations of an entire nation.

Nick Carraway, the narrator of the story, was seduced by this lifestyle and mesmerized by its personality. Jay Gatsby, his rich neighbor, idolized wealth and threw wild parties. There was music from his house through the summer nights.

"In his blue gardens, men and girls came and went like moths among the whisperings and the champagne and the stars... On weekends his Rolls-Royce became an omnibus, bearing parties to and from the city between nine in the morning and long past midnight, while his station wagon scampered like a brisk yellow bug to meet all trains... At least once a fortnight a corps of caterers came down with several hundred feet of canvas and enough colored lights to make a Christmas tree of Gatsby's enormous garden... By seven o'clock the orchestra has arrived, no thin five-piece affair, but a whole pitful of oboes and trombones and saxophones and viols and cornets and piccolos, and low and high drums."