Bed, Wed, Dead
Myrtle Wilson. Do I even need to say anything more? This woman is a baddie. The very first adjective the book uses to describe Myrtle is "thickish." THICKISH. She carries "her surplus flesh sensuously as some women can." In case you missed how much sexual heat this babe radiates, Fitzgerald describes the "nerves of her body" as "continually smouldering." SMOULDERING. She's so smoldering, in fact, that Fitzgerald misspelled the word smoldering simply thinking about her*. Now, if you've read this sultry description of Myrtle Wilson and still have second thoughts about taking her to bed, your head is as thick as those thighs. Despite Myrtle's animalistic allure, there's only one babe in The Great Gatsby worthy of the title Queen Bling: Jordan Baker. One thing I can say about my man Nick the Narrator is that he's intelligent and precise; so when he says, "I enjoyed looking at her," when illustrating