When I left class that day, I did not tell them what I myself was just beginning to discover: how similar our own fate was becoming to Gatsby's. He wanted to fulfill his dream by repeating the past, and in the end he discovered that the past was dead, the present a sham, and there was no future. Was this not similar to our revolution, which had come in the name of our collective past and had wrecked our lives in the name of dream?
by Azar Nafisi
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In Azar Nafisi's memoir, she reflects on a moment after class when she realizes the disturbing parallels between her life and that of Gatsby. Gatsby's obsession with the past and his futile pursuit of a dream ultimately lead to his downfall, as he finds that the past cannot be revived and the present offers him no real promise. This revelation prompts Nafisi to draw a connection between Gatsby’s fate and her own society’s revolution, which also seeks to reclaim a glorious past yet has resulted in despair and unfulfilled dreams.

Nafisi's insight highlights the irony of pursuing ideals that may be rooted in the past while ignoring the realities of the present. Just as Gatsby’s life crumbled around his unattainable desires, she questions whether their revolution truly served its people or merely enacted a dream that had become destructive. The pursuit of these dreams, she suggests, can lead to a dead end, reflecting a shared tragedy between literature and real life.

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