The Goldfinch by Donna Tartt


Donna Tartt’s third book divided critics but still won the Pulitzer Prize

“Maybe sometimes–the wrong way is the right way? You can take the wrong path and it still comes out where you want to be? Or, spin it another way, sometimes you can do everything wrong and it still turns out to be right?” Boris, p. 835.

Well, I really don’t know what to say about The Goldfinch by Donna Tartt … apart from thank goodness that’s over.

The subject matter is … depressing. The main character, Theo, is depressing. What happens to him is depressing. His outlook on life is depressing. His self-loathing is depressing. His best friend, Boris, is a maniac, drug-addicted alcoholic whose psychotic ideas of a good time are really destructive … and depressing.

Please don’t read this book if the weather’s bad and you need something to do. The rain exacerbates the depressing depression.

At 864 pages, it’s too long; there are slabs of ‘intellectual’ waffle and navel-gazing which could/should have been cut for the sake of brevity and the reader’s sanity. It felt like Tartt was trying too hard to be smart and clever and life-changing. My eyes started glazing over towards the end.

The story is about a stolen valuable painting. Just hand the bloody painting back and stop all this agonising and soul-destroying angst. It just didn’t wash with me and I felt it was never really explained well enough as to why he thought he had the right to keep it.

What also didn’t wash was the mix of Theo’s sensitive and destructive sides. In the first half, I struggled with the believability of this really being the mind of a teenage boy, because he was incredibly clever and deep one minute, and the next a complete buffoon.

Some others also found the whole experience less than enjoyable, despite it winning the Pulitzer Prize for fiction in 2014. I really don’t understand how that happened. Not that I’m a literary critic, but wow … I’m shocked!

The characters of Welty and Hobie were wonderful, the rest you wouldn’t waste ten minutes on at a backyard barbecue. I did enjoy the random way Boris talked, I could hear his Ukrainian accent in my head, and clearly see him when he was raving on about 10 unrelated stories that somehow had a connection, so I tip my hat to Tartt in that regard.

But it’s really disappointing when you love an author’s debut novel and expect a similar reaction again. Tartt’s first, The Secret History, sucked me in hook, line and sinker. For me, The Goldfinch sucked; this book, it’s storyline, was a stinker.

6 thoughts on “The Goldfinch by Donna Tartt

    • Thanks for stopping in and letting me know what you thought of it too, Book Guy Reviews. Sometimes you think, “Is it just me?” so it’s good to know there are others out there who didn’t think it was all that and then some! I don’t think I’ve ever been so demotivated in life as I was reading this book. It was all just such a downer. I normally exercise every day and while reading this I had zero interest in … well just about anything positive! Cheers 🙂

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  1. The majority of Pulitzer prize winners I think fall in to the category of this book. Pseudo intellectual wrist slashing material. But clearly my credentials as a literary critic are not up there with the judges. I have to say however seeing that something is a Pulitzer Prize winner is enough to make me thing three times before even thinking of reading it – and I usually don’t these days after too many similar experiences! Find something happy. I could recommend – The Happiest Refugee by Anh Doh – nice light read but some interesting stuff on migration issues thrown in there.


    • Thanks for the recommendation Judy. I have a funny feeling you may have given this to me, or definitely mentioned it. I know he’s the comedian. I’m going to start with a book Melissa Collicoat gave me called ‘The Girl Who Saved the King of Sweden’ by Jonas Jonasson.


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