The Good But Not Great Gatsby

The Good but not Great Gatsby The moon, which had hung like a bad orange over Kansas, sank at last from view."The poor son of a bitch," Bo Bender said.He couldn't help thinking of it as an onlooker at a party unsuccessfully crashed, a yokel gaping wistfully in, as he stood on the rear observation platform of the private train he had especially bought to whisk a flock of hand-picked merrymakers from the West Coast to Long Island, where he and his guests were to fling themselves into an...