Everyone has tried to capitalize on the anticipation for The Great Gatsby movie, but in my opinion, no one has done it as well as the New Yorker (I’m biased because I love them, but still). It’s a given that the movie will prompt people to read the book, but The New Yorker takes it one step further by releasing a short story by Fitzgerald that was previously unpublished. I love that they are garnering interest in Fitzgerald’s other works, particularly his short stories, which I have always loved (My favorite is “Bernice Bobs Her Hair”). This story might strike you as odd because it rings true about a smoking ban society, but was written forever ago. Folks, it’s Christmas.