I think what makes Isidor Burakh so amazing to me is that he is essentially both Carraway AND Gatsby
he is best friends with the most spectacular and fascinating — not to mention unimaginably wealthy — man that he, and everyone he’s ever known, has ever known. He has a front row seat and permanent reservation to the latest of trends, the wildest parties. He could never hope to measure up, but he’s too enraptured to mind, though his curiosity remans unquenched.
And yet…
And yet he is also the bee banging furiously against the top of his glass jar. So close to the top and yet too far still. Unfairly restrained by draconian social conventions and prejudice. He is nearly driven mad, the fox that chews off its foot before he can even risk the trapping.


