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• Great Gatsby, The
  Great Gatsby, The

  noun

  a novel (1925) by F. Scott Fitzgerald.
• The Great Gatsby
  The Great Gatsby

  (1925) A novel by F. Scott Fitzgerald, recounting the rise and fall of Jay Gatsby, who lives extravagantly from bootlegging and other criminal activities. He loves a beautiful woman, Daisy, who is the cause of his downfall.

Great Gatsby, The

American  

[gats-bee] / ˈgæts bi /

noun

1. a novel (1925) by F. Scott Fitzgerald.

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The Great Gatsby Cultural  

1. (1925) A novel by F. Scott Fitzgerald, recounting the rise and fall of Jay Gatsby, who lives extravagantly from bootlegging and other criminal activities. He loves a beautiful woman, Daisy, who is the cause of his downfall.

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Great Gatsby, The The Great Gatsby

Neither does Immersive Everywhere’s “The Great Gatsby: The Immersive Show,” a jovial feast for the senses that never, in its lagging two-and-a-half-hour running time, truly rises above the status of a mere attraction.

From New York Times ● Jun. 29, 2023

“The Great Gatsby: The Immersive Show,” which made its debut in London eight years ago, opened last week at the Park Central Hotel in New York.

From New York Times ● Jun. 20, 2023

Queen of Versailles: a twisted cousin of The Great Gatsby The Great Gatsby ends at night, on the beach.

From The Guardian ● Aug. 9, 2012

She won Love Island in 2017 and has since had roles in musical theatre, including in Pretty Woman, 9 to 5: The Musical, and The Great Gatsby.

From BBC ● Sep. 26, 2025

Among the highlights is a copy of "The Great Gatsby" by F. Scott Fitzgerald, with a dedication to screenwriter Harold Goldman inscribed inside the front cover to "the original Gatsby".

From Reuters ● Jul. 10, 2023

The Great Gatsby wears No. 3 in orange and blue.

From Seattle Times ● Oct. 26, 2022

That spring, we went to see Baz Luhrmann’s The Great Gatsby at the multiplex.

From Slate ● Jul. 8, 2021

When I could no longer concentrate on Greek and the alphabet began to transmute itself into incoherent triangles and pitchforks, I read The Great Gatsby.

From "The Secret History" by Donna Tartt