Review of Gatsby Chapter 2: Mood and Tone

• ​Mood is all about how the setting makes the reader "feel".

  ​Tone is all about the writer/narrator's attitude towards the events and characters in the text.

• ​They can feel like they are the same literary device, but they can be very different.

• See

• ​Hear

• ​Smell

• ​Taste

• ​Touch

• "ashes—a fantastic farm where ashes grow like wheat into ridges and hills..."​

• ​The eyes of Doctor T. Eckleburg are blue and gigantic—their retinas are one yard high.

• ​But his eyes, dimmed a little by many paintless days under sun and rain, brood on over the solemn dumping ground.

• ​ashes grow like wheat into ridges and hills..."​

• ​"The eyes of Doctor T. Eckleburg are blue and gigantic—their retinas are one yard high...dimmed a little by many paintless days under sun and rain, brood on over the solemn dumping ground

​Valley of Ashes?

​Study the brown bolded words.

• ​...a literary device that reflects the writer’s attitude toward the subject matter or audience of a literary work.

• The writer creates a particular relationship with the reader that, in turn, influences the intention and meaning of the written words.

​Tom and Myrtle's Party?

"​I wanted to get out and walk eastward toward the park through the soft twilight but each time I tried to go I became entangled in some wild strident argument which pulled me back, as if with ropes, into my chair...I was within and without, simultaneously enchanted and repelled by the inexhaustible variety of life."

​"...Some time toward midnight Tom Buchanan and Mrs. Wilson stood face to face discussing in impassioned voices whether Mrs. Wilson had any right to mention Daisy’s name.

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‘Daisy! Daisy! Daisy!’ shouted Mrs. Wilson. ‘I’ll say it whenever I want to! Daisy! Dai——'

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Making a short deft movement Tom Buchanan broke her nose with his open hand.

​What is the Mood of this scene?

​Then there were bloody towels upon the bathroom floor,

and women’s voices scolding, and high over the confusion

a long broken wail of pain...Then Mr. McKee turned and continued on out the door. Taking my hat from the chandelier I followed.