“I love the tradition of Dickens, where even the most minor walk-on characters are twitching and particular and alive.” Donna Tartt
I finished The Goldfinch (2013) at 2:30 AM. If I had paid for a MFA degree would I have learned more than reading this single novel? I was the recipient of all Donna Tartt has ever read which informs her brilliance. A review from #Booklist says it best. “Drenched in sensory details infused with Theo’s churning thoughts and feelings, sparked by nimble dialogue, and propelled by escalating cosmic angst and thriller action, Tartt’s trenchant, defiant, engrossing, and rocketing novel conducts a grand inquiry into the mystery and sorrow of survival, beauty, and obsession, and the promise of art.” It took eleven years to write a book that garners such a review. (Her first two books: 1992 – The Secret History and 2002 – The Little Friend.)
In rereading my Kindle ‘highlights and notes’ to select several to share, I am moved again with awe and appreciation. Can you blame me?
…and though the brocades were rich and the carpet was soft, still the winter light carried a chilly tone of 1943, privation and austerities, weak tea without sugar and hungry to bed.
…he was the kind of man people liked to entrust with their sadnesses.
…I sailed home on the bus, melting with sorrow and loveliness, a starry ache that lifted me up above the windswept city like a kite: my head in the rainclouds, my heart in the sky.
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