The Goldfinch by Donna Tartt *****
And so we
waited for another Donna Tartt novel. We had to wait ten years. When ‘The
Little Friend,’ launched in 2002 it was almost an anti-climax. Yes, it was
good. It was very good. But was it good enough? I notice that ‘The Secret History,’ earns 4.16 stars
on Goodreads.com (it deserves better but,
hey, Goodreads is famously brutal) while ‘The Little Friend’ only scores 3.47.
That is perhaps a fair reflection of the disappointment.
Eleven years
went by. In 2013 we were rewarded for our patience, and our reward was ‘The Goldfinch.’
I suppose for completeness I should say that ‘The Goldfinch’ scores 3.93 on Goodreads. I would give it five stars. But it is a demanding read – and the 11% of readers who hated it (and whose ratings bring down the total) probably struggled to get through its 770 pages. For me, it is an almost perfect book. I calculated once that Donna Tartt’s writing pace seems to be around 70 words a day. I’m not suggesting that she sits down and bashes out seventy words and then takes the rest of the day off. No writer works like that. But I am suggesting that she crafts her words with a kind of absolute precision, as if she was a jeweller working on a ruby rather than a painter working on a house. You get the sense that every word has been examined and every sentence weighed so you can tap them like a wine glass and hear them hum.
I like life
stories in fiction. (See My Book List no 2 on John Irving). It is wonderful to watch
a character develop from innocence into adulthood, a journey always laden with
narrative potential. Tartt gives us the coming of age of Theo Decker who loses
his mother in a terrorist bombing at a New York gallery, but who remarkably
ends up rescuing and concealing a painting from the ruins. The painting is “The Goldfinch” by Carel Fabritius. We follow Theo’s
life from here, to a soulless estate outside Las Vegas, to New York society, to
the underworld of Amsterdam. It’s a love story. It’s a tale of personal loss
and self-destruction. It’s a story of redemption. Of a sort. Perhaps it is a
little too long (see also John Irving). Perhaps the ending is a little too
Hollywood. But it feels right nonetheless. I loved it.
And once you
finish reading, I suggest we pencil 2025 into the calendar to start looking
for the next Donna Tartt novel. I hope.
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