I don’t remember when I first read The Great Gatsby.  It may have been in high school, or my first year in college.  I hadn’t thought about the novel much in the intervening decades.  I opted not to see the Baz Luhrmann movie (2013), although I did watch Z: The Beginning of Everything back in 2015.  (It was unceremoniously canceled after one season.)  Then, on January 1, 2021, a singular event caught my attention.  I noticed it listed among those works no longer under copyright protection.  After sheepishly realizing that the novel was almost one hundred years old, I found myself wanting to read it again.  Since my reading habits are undeniably slothlike, I accomplished that goal a year-and-a-half later.