James, Sharon, Worthy, Eugene
Gatsby's Ghosts is an epic American tale about two men and a woman from different decades of the 20th century whose lives converge together on a mysterious estate, where time doesn't pass, and it is always the Fourth of July. Before they can leave each must come to terms with who they are and what is most important to them in life. Meet Worthy, a playboy from the 1920s Jazz Age who seduces women for the devil; Sharon Peters, a 1960s suburban housewife who would trade anything to remain young and beautiful forever; and James Harris, a San Francisco entrepreneur in the year 2000 who before he can go through with a marriage ceremony must travel back in time to face his love for the spirit of a gypsy princess trapped in a statue on a Country Estate in Connecticut.
It felt like his first breath of life. She hovered above him, his nurse nightingale, brushed the fallen hair from his forehead. Finding himself in a bed with aching pain, he looked up at her.
“You've had an accident,” she said, “hit by a car––”
“That’s enough,” The voice of a man said. “He’s better off dear without you hanging all over him.” The man took center stage. “A few minor scratches and bruises really, by the morning you’ll be just as new as when you arrived, I promise.”
“James, the ring!”
Standing on crutches he smells flowers and incense and talcum, tastes must, mint and salt. His sight comes into focus and he sees a beautiful bride dressed in white before him. At the command of the minister he kisses her, and experiences with that sanctified touch of pure love a rush as wide and broad as if it were his first breath of life.