Read it in: a week, or thereabouts
This is a possible candidate for Book of the Year. I can’t believe I didn’t read it before now. It was one of those rare works that you are actually sorry to finish, because you can’t bear to be cut out of that literary world.
Yes, it was amazing. It had an interesting plot, and it grabbed you from the start. It had amazing characters, who were human in so many ways and incredibly interesting. It talked philosophy, it talked culture, it talked life and love. It made sense and it made me see everything in a different light. Ah, to have time to read it again! I immediately recommended it to my mother (who is the pickiest person I know in the books she reads).
It is about a group of university students who all study Ancient Greek. This is a selective class that only takes about five students. Accordingly, the students are a tight bunch and very secretive, literally cut off from the rest of the campus. Their tutor is Julian, a sort of genius and worshiped by the students. Together, they commit a murder.
Because it focuses on such a small group of people, the characterisation in this book is amazing. We get to know every character so well, we feel we could recognise them in real life. And each personality is so interesting, with all their little flaws, with their nervous habits, their irks and downfalls. We get to know the main character, Richard Papen, and we grow to love him, to feel his sorrows and his joys. This is the point of first-person perspective, and Tartt does it so well!
It is the ‘original American campus novel’, but I wish my university life was like this! It’s the ideal life, and it’s the nightmarish life. The characters spend their time discussing philosophy, life and death, everything that is important and warrants discussion, but then the things they do are horrible and terrible and you realise, for all their discussion of philosophy and life and death, they don’t really think and appreciate the same things that normal people do. Their morals are chilling.
This book strikes at the heart of what it means of be human and what it means to be alive. It talks about freedom, about intelligence, about violence.
But how glorious to release [these destructive passions] in a single burst! To sing, to scream, to dance barefoot in the woods in the dead of night, with no more awareness of mortality than an animal! These are powerful mysteries. (pg 45)
We hang off the importance of these words and what they mean. Throughout the book, raucous campus students throw out-of-control parties, but the true enjoyment rests with the group of Ancient Greek students, who search for ways to truly lose control, and who commit horrid acts, then justify them without a qualm.
‘But how,’ said Charles, who was close to tears, ‘how can you possibly justify cold-blooded murder?’
Henry lit a cigarette. ‘I prefer to think of it,’ he had said, ‘as redistribution of matter.’ (pg 339)
It ends but you want it to continue. You want to follow the characters further. I think this is one of those novels that people could write sequel and sequel to, imagining the characters meeting again and again in different situations, imagining things forever and ever. That is the result of true, masterful characterisation. I don’t really have very much more to say about it. I’m sort of left speechless. And, seeing another one of Donna Tartt’s novels in a bookstore, I immediately bought it (even if it was $32.00, oh my poor, empty bank account!).
Read it if you: like any sort of philosophy, Greek literature, ancient history, student life, skewed morals… basically, if you can read.
While reading, listen to: Damien Jurado Maraqopa (I feel this song has something distinctly American about it), Smetana Die Moldau, Chopin Nocturne in C Sharp Minor, Dvorak Violin Concerto Romance