"Gaudy primary colors and hair shorn in strange new ways and shawls beyond the wildest dreams of Castille. . . The air is alive with chatter and laughter, and casual innuendo and introductions forgotten on the spot, and the enthusiastic meetings between women who never knew each other's names. . . The party has begun." The beauty and splendor of Gatsby's parties masked the innate corruption within the heart of the Roaring Twenties. Jazz-Age society was a bankrupt world, devoid of morality, and plagued by a crisis of character. Jay Gatsby is a misfit in this world. He tries, ironically, to fit into the picture: he fills his garage