The Goldfinch by Donna Tartt
Little Brown and Company (2013)
755 pages, 4 stars
ABOUT THE BOOK: A young boy in New York City, Theo Decker, miraculously survives an accident that takes the life of his mother. Alone and determined to avoid being taken in by the city as an orphan, Theo scrambles between nights in friends’ apartments and on the city streets. He becomes entranced by the one thing that reminds him of his mother, a small, mysteriously captivating painting that soon draws Theo into the art underworld. —Goodreads.com
The Goldfinch is a seemingly epic tale of a young boy who loses the one person he loves and has to figure out how to move on by himself. Without support from others, he finds himself sinking into illegal activities to take away the pain he feels for being a survivor. Theo could be super frustrating–there were many times I wanted to shake him and say “GO TO THERAPY.” But his flaws are what make him interesting. Theo’s philosophical tone was beautiful and refreshing, especially at first. My main issue with this book is that it was so long and mostly because there were pages of rants/dialogue that could have been shortened. Tartt tries to explain away the rambling by saying that these pages are Theo’s story he’s written for himself that no one else will see. But the fact is that literary device is not a new one, and it feels a little insulting to the reader. However, I did really enjoy this book! It was kind of like watching a train wreck, which can be entertaining even though you don’t want it to happen. It made me think a lot about how art fits into life and why it’s so important. Anyway, on to the fun stuff…
FASHION FRIDAY: My dear little art lover, this plaid sport coat with leather braided buttons is the perfect top layer for an amateur furniture dealer/art thief. This finch necktie is a constant, suffocating reminder of the predicament you’ve gotten yourself into.
The Barbours take you in when you have no one else, but they aren’t the typical foster family. Their preppy Park Avenue style rubs off on you, especially when they buy you these Warby Parker tortoise shell glasses, which you’ll keep the rest of your life. Your longing to join the Barbours on their summer jaunts to Maine, has you wearing this Nautica sweater. You will never take that sailing trip because you aren’t really a part of the family.
These faded blue jeans are a blast from the past that bespeak your days in the desert rolling around with Boris in a drug induced state. You’re dad is the man who made you appreciate fine leather shoes, and these brown suede boots will do the trick when you’re trying to impress buyers and/or shady characters. Boris insists you wear this flashy watch, because without it you don’t look like the rich American you’re supposed to be. You’ve eased yourself into the art world by a fluke (or is it destiny?), either way this rich professor look suits you.