Monday, August 11, 2014
Gold Rush: Reading The Goldfinch
Well, almost. Elmore Leonard once advised young authors to "leave out the part that readers tend to skip," and Tartt's Las Vegas section fit the bill. It was more "vomit" than viva (if you read the book, you'll know what I mean), and I just found it, in colloquial language, an extended downer.
But here I am again, having assigned the work for a class, and I'm sitting by a beautiful pool on a lovely day, giving Las Vegas a second try. If anything, it's even more grim than before, as I'm taking more time with the prose, but am hoping it's a necessary step in this Harry Potter-for-adults-meets-Great Expectations bildungsroman.
To encourage myself, I present not a goldfinch, but a painting of a woman in a gold dress, by Franz Winter Halter in a bid not to, umm, halt my progress.