The elegant Jay Gatsby yearns for his old love, Daisy. Part morality tale, part fairy tale, The Great Gatsby is the seminal novel of the Jazz Age.
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| Track # | Title | Artist | Length |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1 | The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald – Chapter 1 | William Hope | 6:17 |
| 2 | It was lonely for a day or so… | William Hope | 5:23 |
| 3 | And so it happened on a warm windy evening… | William Hope | 6:13 |
| 4 | I told her how I had stopped off in Chicago… | William Hope | 6:30 |
| 5 | ‘Tom’s getting very profound,’ said Daisy… | William Hope | 5:20 |
| 6 | The telephone rang inside, startlingly… | William Hope | 4:43 |
| 7 | When we came in she held us silent for a moment… | William Hope | 6:17 |
| 8 | Chapter 2 | William Hope | 6:15 |
| 9 | We waited for her down the road and out of sight… | William Hope | 6:22 |
| 10 | Just as Tom and Myrtle – after the first drink… | William Hope | 5:40 |
| 11 | This absorbing information about my neighbor… | William Hope | 5:08 |
| 12 | The bottle of whiskey – a second one… | William Hope | 5:37 |
| 13 | Chapter 3 | William Hope | 5:11 |
| 14 | Dressed up in white flannels I went over… | William Hope | 5:06 |
| 15 | The first supper – there would be another one… | William Hope | 5:10 |
| 16 | I was still with Jordan Baker… | William Hope | 5:07 |
| 17 | There was the boom of a bass drum… | William Hope | 5:28 |
| 18 | As I waited for my hat in the hall… | William Hope | 6:55 |
| 19 | Reading over what I have written so far… | William Hope | 6:43 |
| 20 | Chapter 4 | William Hope | 5:23 |
| 21 | At nine o’clock, one morning late in July… | William Hope | 5:27 |
| 22 | Little Montenegro! He lifted up the words… | William Hope | 5:36 |
| 23 | Roaring noon. In a well fanned 42nd Street cellar… | William Hope | 5:02 |
| 24 | Suddenly he looked at his watch, jumped up… | William Hope | 6:19 |
| 25 | When I came opposite her house that morning… | William Hope | 6:10 |
| 26 | Well, about six weeks ago, she heard the name Gatsby… | William Hope | 5:01 |
| 27 | Chapter 5 | William Hope | 4:37 |
| 28 | The day agreed upon was pouring rain… | William Hope | 4:53 |
| 29 | For half a minute there wasn’t a sound… | William Hope | 6:16 |
| 30 | ‘Oh, hello, old sport,’ he said… | William Hope | 6:48 |
| 31 | After the house, we were to see the grounds… | William Hope | 6:47 |
| 32 | Chapter 6 | William Hope | 6:08 |
| 33 | He was employed in a vague personal capacity… | William Hope | 5:58 |
| 34 | The rest of us walked out on the porch… | William Hope | 5:22 |
| 35 | We were at a particularly tipsy table… | William Hope | 6:14 |
| 36 | I stayed late that night. Gatsby asked me… | William Hope | 5:03 |
| 37 | Chapter 7 | William Hope | 4:50 |
| 38 | The room, shadowed well with awnings… | William Hope | 5:01 |
| 39 | I went with them out to the veranda… | William Hope | 5:08 |
| 40 | Tom came out of the house wrapping a quart bottle… | William Hope | 4:33 |
| 41 | With an effort Wilson left the shade… | William Hope | 5:47 |
| 42 | The prolonged and tumultuous argument… | William Hope | 4:58 |
| 43 | Gatsby’s foot beat a short, restless tattoo… | William Hope | 4:56 |
| 44 | Tom turned to Daisy sharply… | William Hope | 4:38 |
| 45 | ‘You don’t understand,’ said Gatsby… | William Hope | 6:05 |
| 46 | The young Greek, Michaelis, who ran the coffee joint… | William Hope | 7:07 |
| 47 | ‘What’s the name of this place here?’ demanded the officer. | William Hope | 5:47 |
| 48 | Somehow, that seemed a despicable occupation… | William Hope | 5:19 |
| 49 | Chapter 8 | William Hope | 6:05 |
| 50 | ‘I can’t describe to you how surprised I was…’ | William Hope | 5:46 |
| 51 | He left feeling that if he had searched harder… | William Hope | 6:02 |
| 52 | When I passed the ashheaps… | William Hope | 6:11 |
| 53 | Michaelis had seen this too… | William Hope | 7:09 |
| 54 | Chapter 9 | William Hope | 5:51 |
| 55 | When the phone rang that afternoon… | William Hope | 6:30 |
| 56 | The morning of the funeral I went up to New York… | William Hope | 6:18 |
| 57 | He seemed reluctant to put away the picture… | William Hope | 6:03 |
| 58 | That’s my middle west – not the wheat… | William Hope | 6:15 |
| 59 | There was nothing I could say, except… | William Hope | 4:59 |
