I love this book. It is long. So very long. However, it is magic. Donna Tartt did something special with Goldfinch. Difficult to express exactly how but reading it showed me to the possibilities of language and transfer of emotion that I was skeptical even existed. How she conveys New York, having just visited, is breathtaking. In particular how she captures how Theo feels about Pippa was something that stuck with me. The madness, the self indulgence, the self pity, the hopeful expectation and disappointment and frustration.
‘But the thought of her gave me such continual anguish that I could no more forget her than an aching toothache. It was involuntary, hopeless, compulsive’
‘-a love more binding than physical affection, some tar-pit of the soul where I might flop around and malinger for years’
‘She was the missing kingdom, the unbruised part of myself I’d lost with my mother’
‘We belonged together, there was a dream rightness and magic to it, inarguable; the thought of her flooded every corner of my mind with light and poured brightness into miraculous lofts I hadn’t even known were there’
The misguided addiction, desperation… captured so beautifully that you feel it yourself.
I could go on but read the book yourself and hopefully you will see what I mean. To draw that out of a reader is no small task. Its the first book I’ve read that made me want to write.