Even The Great Gatsby Couldn't Outrun His Past
Memory and the Neuroscience of Self-Reinvention
Through the ink of night, across the murmuring silk expanse of bay, a single green light beckoned to Jay Gatsby.
Maddeningly close yet impossibly out of reach, that pinprick of green radiated westward from East Egg, the locus of all he pursued—culture, wealth, sophistication. But even the sunset can never overtake the dawn it so fervently follows.
In F. Scott Fitzgerald’s luminous masterpiece, The Great Gatsby, the enigmatic Jay Gatsby orchestrates an elaborate reinvention, painstakingly assembling an image he deems worthy of Daisy Buchanan’s love. By the moment he stands on his dock in West Egg, Long Island, he has journeyed far—from serving beneath the decks of Dan Cody's yacht to inhabiting the opulent halls of his own mansion. He has become a legend among the nouveau riche, amassing a fortune and a persona of grandeur, and yet the rarefied realm of East Egg's old-money upper echelon remains just beyond his grasp.
While they ride horseback and exchange genteel pleasantries, he hosts extravagant parties and greets everyone as "old sport." The elite see through his carefully constructed façade—the over-eager smile, the flamboyant pink suit, the ostentatious cars. Subtle signs of his humble origins seep through, a dissonance that undermines his polished persona. In the end, he cannot fully inhabit the identity he has so meticulously crafted.
Gatsby's struggle reflects a deeper human truth—the inescapable connection between our past selves and our present aspirations. Despite our fervent longing and relentless pursuit to reinvent ourselves, we find that breaking free from our history is more difficult than we imagine. This challenge is not merely a poetic notion spun by storytellers; it is rooted in the very architecture of our minds.
Memory researcher Charan Ranganath illuminates this connection, revealing that the neural mechanisms governing memory and imagination are remarkably intertwined. Patients with amnesia, who have lost significant portions of their past, also struggle to envision detailed future scenarios. This correlation suggests a fascinating truth: our capacity to imagine is fundamentally linked to our ability to remember.
When we recall an event, our brains do not simply replay a flawless recording. Given the vast influx of information we encounter daily, such documentation would be impossible. Instead, our minds capture fragments—moments of emotional significance, pivotal experiences, landmarks in our personal narratives. Neuroscientists have observed that the hippocampus—a delicate, seahorse-shaped structure nestled deep within our brains—is a region integral to memory formation. It exhibits heightened activity during these salient moments, effectively bookmarking them for future reference.
Consider the intricate dance of social interactions: the exchange of glances at a gathering, the subtle shifts in tone during a conversation, the unspoken cues that define our relationships. The hippocampus diligently weaves together names, faces, and contexts, allowing us to use them as a guide to navigate the complex web of human connection. It links these elements to form coherent recollections, encoding not just the events themselves but the emotions and nuances that accompany them.
These emotionally charged, socially significant, and novel experiences do more than reside in memory—they become the very building blocks of our inner world. In weaving together these pivotal fragments with our existing knowledge and beliefs, we craft narratives from disjointed pieces. This same alchemy underpins our ability to imagine what lies ahead: assembling elements from past experiences, we reconfigure them to predict outcomes and dream new possibilities. Ever optimizing for personal relevance over strict accuracy, our brains seek not mere precision but meaning—a cohesive story that aligns with our sense of self and our place in the world.
Jay Gatsby's struggle epitomizes this paradox at the heart of the human experience. The moment young "James Gatz" transforms into "Jay Gatsby" upon the waters of Lake Superior, he sets in motion an ardent and ill-fated quest: To transcend the origin story that clings to him like a shadow. Ever trailing behind, it remains visible to the world despite his efforts to drown it in dazzle. His efforts falter because the raw materials of his identity—the reference points of his past—remain anchored in who he once was. Without embracing and integrating his history, he cannot authentically construct a new future.
Artists and writers have intuited this profound truth about the human psyche for centuries. Fitzgerald may not have had access to contemporary neuroscience, yet through Gatsby's tragedy, he captures the immutable connection between who we were and who we strive to become. Our past experiences, whether we acknowledge them or not, color our perceptions, inform our decisions, and shape our aspirations. They are the quiet undercurrents that steer our journey, ever-present even when we choose not to notice them. Literature, then, serves as a mirror, reflecting the complexities of the human experience and revealing universal truths that transcend time and place.
For Jay Gatsby and for all of us, the past is not merely a stain to be erased but an integral component of our very selves—both who we have been and who we may become. We are faced with a choice: to confront and integrate our histories, embracing the amalgamation of experiences that comprise our identity, or to futilely attempt to outrun them, only to find ourselves, like Gatsby, continually pulled back by their inexorable tide.
As Fitzgerald so hauntingly concludes the saga of young James Gantz’s ill-fated dream:
“So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past."
God this is good Rachel. Such a well-written piece. I could highlight half of it. I've re-stacked it to my network.
Rachel, congratulations on such a great first substack! It's both beautifully written and impressive in the intellectual feat of tying modern neuroscience to Fitzgerald's literary achievement. Glad I discovered it through WoP and look forward to reading more!