Hitting the fan now...

Just finished chapter seven, and I am still struck by Fitzgerald's ability to paint such a vivid picture with his imagery. You can just picture (whether you want to or not) Mrs. Wilson's limp body lying about for everyone to gawk at as her "left breast was swinging loose like a flap."  This was his true genius; it is truly what makes such a little novella like this still capture people's imagination almost 90 years later.