Revision: Curled up on my couch amongst fluffy cushions, I reached the last page of the Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald. The gay, grotesque, gleaming Roaring Twenties saw innumerable fanatical parties of gaudy, joyful men and women, of indistinct innuendos and whisperings forgotten on the spot in the sweltering summer air, of enthusiastic chatter and laughter between extravagantly dressed girls who never knew each other’s names. The gaiety, distortion and intricate sensitivity repeating themselves today are overlooked in the absence of contrast. Day after day, young and exuberant men and women run faster and reach further for the incessantly swelling dreams of wealth, for, in myriad and inexplicable ways they came into contact with the glee and security that wealth carries and preserves. Perhaps all of us once dreamed of flying in our youth, yet in a dull moment in our 60s and 70s it dawned upon us that our feet were firmly glued to the ground. The book received mixed reviews when it was published and was not an immediate commercial success, but experienced an unexpected resurgence during World War II. The letters sent home from soldiers on the front line must have glittered with hope that the same exhilarating world was awaiting them once the gruesome war was over, wrestled/grappled with the indignation / fretted that girls whose curious and smiling mouths they had kissed now had arms wrapped around someone else, scorned aristocrats and socialites who looked snobbishly and ignorantly down upon the bitter struggles of the poor. Fitzgerald had died before all that happened, with the agonising belief that his work was forgotten and his life was a failure.

This is really well written! The only thing I would say is to avoid repeating the word and in lists by replacing them with commas or maybe even a synonym such as additionally, also etc. :)