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Donna Tartt – The Secret History

11 Monday Nov 2013

Posted by Lady Fancifull in Fiction, Literary Fiction, Reading

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Book Review, Donna Tartt, The Secret History

Secret HistoryHaving recently finished Tartt’s wonderful third novel The Goldfinch, it seemed good timing to blow the dust off the twenty year old copy of The Secret History and revisit it, (for the third time) to see if it was still as powerful as I remembered.

Well, yes.

Tartt’s glittering account of the dark obsessions of a group of mainly over-privileged undergraduates who fall under the spell and lure of Ancient Greece, its powerful archetypical snags and pulls on the collective unconscious, all under the fatally poisoned guidance of a charismatic classicist, still works grippingly, on a second re-read.

In fact, having read The Goldfinch (let’s not disturb the disappointing second novel of ten years ago) The Secret History seemed to have even more to say, intensifying, for this reader, Tartt’s connection with the matter of those great nineteenth century Russian authors – particularly Dostoyevsky.

Her world is NOT the everyday world, it is the veiled, more potent world of transcendent and mystical experience – except that her central characters (both in Secret History and Goldfinch) attempt to rend the veil, the illusion of tempered reality, not by focused, disciplined meditation but through a darker journey – Bacchanalian, Dionysian

Maenad - follower of Dionysius, Wiki Commons

Maenad – follower of Dionysius, Wiki Commons

As in The Goldfinch, our narrator here (attractively flawed, confused, unreliable, given to subterfuge) is an outsider to the world of privilege in which he finds himself (although Goldfinch also takes our central character into more of an outsider, poorer world at points)

Richard Papen arrives at an isolated Vermont college, its denizens for the most part are preppy, well heeled – and those we mainly meet are also almost permanently under the influence of sex and many drugs but not that much time for rock and roll. Although Papen certainly sinks away vast quantities of intoxicants, he is very much an outsider amongst the ra-ra party goers, and particularly is keen to hide his humble beginnings (his father who he claims in ‘in oil’ – runs a gas station)

Papen is charmed by a group of golden boys and a golden girl, studying Ancient Greek.

He joins the set, but retains a certain outsider status, looking in at the group as well as looking out from it

There is a dark, strong narrative in which themes of morality, guilt, ‘higher truth’, responsibility – to whom, are explored. But again, like The Goldfinch, Tartt is more interested in delving into character, psychology and her themes than the dizzy page turning ‘what happens next’ of plot.

So she starts her book with Papen looking immediately back (from the reflective vantage point of some ten years on) at the immediate moment after a murder has been committed. Who was killed, who was there, who did the fell deed and who enabled it to happen. He is one of the group and we instantly know we are in for a journey of how they got to that place – and beyond.

It is a very sure writer indeed who can tell us the end of the story (or at least the end of the first half of the story) and keep our attention on character and philosophy as the compulsive page turners, since we know ‘what happened next’ the skill is to make us wonder about what happened before. The journey itself, not the destination is what matters.

There is no doubt in my mind she has become a writer who delves even more deeply, Tartt_01_bodytwenty years on. And no doubt Secret History will eventually be good for a fourth read.

The Secret History Amazon UK
The Secret History Amazon UK

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Donna Tartt – The Goldfinch

31 Thursday Oct 2013

Posted by Lady Fancifull in Fiction, Literary Fiction, Reading

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Amsterdam, Book Review, Donna Tartt, Las Vegas, Literary Fiction, New York City, The Goldfinch

“The loneliness that separates every living creature from every other living creature. Sorrow inseparable from joy”

The GoldfinchDonna Tartt in her third novel,”The Goldfinch” has managed to do something rather wonderful and the mechanism is mysterious. I had been definitely absorbed in the book, in a satisfying page turning sort of way; then there came a point when I fell inside the spell of the book – its world becoming real and textured.

At one and the same time I was eager to be making the continuing journey of narrative , and yet – I wanted to stay exactly where I was and savour the moment, the reality of where the characters were NOW – she had somehow stopped time for me and I was reading in a very present way, inside the world

Tartt managed exactly this trick with her first book The Secret History, creating something special and magical. Her second long awaited book, The Little Friend, was a huge damp squib, for this reader, her sharp intelligence and precision somehow soft: it irritated me, I disliked it.

Amsterdam

But here she is again, and this one is fabulous. Set across America, primarily in New York, but also in the wide-open spaces of Nevada, in the hinterland of Las Vegas, the book opens in Amsterdam, the central character a man somehow on the run, hyped up, holed up, hiding in a hotel room, sweating, edgy, on the edge of panic. The trajectory of the book is to start him on his journey to reach that anxious opening, and then go beyond

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The book is like a large 5 act play – and in some ways reminds me, in its structure, of Shakespeare’s last plays, the ones that move beyond tragedy to redemption and understanding – Winter’s Tale, The Tempest etc. We have a journey for the central character of the dreadful, lacking – not so much self-awareness as the discipline to manage his character flaws, a certain feckless, dark, damaged nature – and the journey is really to a better accommodation with self. Not the Hollywood journey, the, `make it all better tie the bows and open the box of chocolates journey, but the more bitter, more mature journey of better understanding, and ability to live within the flawed self, and within a flawed world.

I am surprised at all the references to Dickens, how like Dickens this was – for me, this connection was not there at all – where I saw Tartt inhabiting some nineteenth century place it was the Russians – and particularly Dostoyevsky.

Theodore Decker inhabits a dark, despairing nihilistic universe, which may not take him into such wrongdoing as Raskolnikov, but he does have extremely flexible attitudes to right and wrong – that is, not so much to how wrongdoing damages him, merely that he is not quite able to avoid making poor choices. He combines despair with a fervid appreciation of the value of art and beauty, and transcendence. Some very complex, layered depth of character.

Though there is of course a story, as we know from the start, connected with the mysterious Dutch painting of a goldfinch, this is not primarily the story of the painting – there is indeed a strong narrative, a very strong sense of time and place, but what Tartt is doing is exploring the complexity of character and also of ethics.

Her writing is beautiful, measured and potent. I particularly appreciated the change landscapes and times imposed on her language in the different sections, moving from a beautiful evocation of wintery Amsterdam, to the vibrant nature of New York (separated by a passage of time, two `acts’ here) and the weird, frenetic Las Vegas excess and waste setting, before returning to the start, and travelling beyond, now we understand Theo’s journey

Las Vegas

And, running like a lest-we-forget throughout, the reminder of the potent Goldfinch painting, which is both a real object, and a deeply charged, talismanic, symbolic item.

The Goldfinch, by Carel Fabritius

Here is an extract, with a flavour of her writing – gorgeous, evocative – and deadly

Sometimes, in the evenings, a damp, gritty wind blew in the windows from Park Avenue, just as the rush hour traffic was thinning and the city was emptying for the night; it was rainy, trees leafing out, spring deepening into summer; and the forlorn cries of horns on the street, the dank smell of the wet pavement had an electricity about it, a sense of crowds and static, lonely secretaries and fat guys with bags of carry-out, everywhere the ungainly sadness of creatures pushing and struggling to live.

That paragraph, started, for me, to play, strongly, Gershwin’s Rhapsody In Blue, and just as I was comfortably in the blue melancholy, Tartt, as so often, delivered a harsh punch to the gut. She shows you beauty, and immediately nestles you up against the flip side of rot, despair, decay.

So, having stunned and grabbed this reader with that first book, this magical third has been waiting 20 years to grab me again with its mix of dark and light. Hope It doesn’t take her another 20 to produce something this fine!

And I am properly envious of anyone about to start reading this; enjoy the catch of DonnaTarttweb_2699755bTartt’s carefully crafted spiders’ web novel, hover round the edges as long as you can, I’m sure she will stickily, skilfully wind you in and tie you up tight ere long.

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