Recent Reading: 3 books I’m still thinking about

I’ve been reading a lot since my late summer vacation gave me the time and space to delve back into longer fiction, non-romance novels, and a broader range of books than I’ve read in several years. I’m reading more, and blogging less. It’s a little ironic, when I think of how I’ve let the blog lapse in spite of all the good “material” about which I could be crafting posts — in contrast to months last year when I was having trouble finding books I really wanted to read, really thinking about my choices and feeling the constant urge to write about the few books I was managing to read.  I feel way too rusty to take on a long review post, but here’s a quick peek at 3 books I’ve read since Labor Day that have stayed with me, and made me glad to be reading more widely again.

8177577The Goldfinch, by Donna Tartt  I agree with Laura Miller’s take on the Dickensian plot-twisty quality of Tartt’s obsessively readable tale. And like her, I was swept up in the novel’s evocation of the magical Manhattan of an earlier, childhood vision – the New York City of my own visits-to-Grandmommy childhood, and the touchstone books Harriet the Spy and From the Mixed Up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler.  It’s a view of museum-going, antiques-aware, upper middle class privilege that feels dated and old-fashioned, possibly nostalgic for some readers.

When Miller interviews Tartt for Salon, the two have an interesting conversation about female protagonists and literary norms related to romance and marriage plots. If I had more of my blogging mojo these days, this would be the part where I spin off to deconstruct their discourse and challenge “literary” assumptions about the role of romance in fiction…. but not today. With regard to this particular book I also really liked the questions Evgenia Peretz asks about it, and about literary vs genre fiction, in her comprehensive and helpful summary of the critical battleground over The Goldfinch for Vanity Fair. I haven’t got much else to say about it — I just enjoyed the chance to sink into a dense (yes, I know some would say overwritten) and thoughtful novel of loss, identity, crime, and art that felt sort of like Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler meets Breaking Bad.

81xpholOZ8L._SL1500_The Secret River, by Kate Grenville To be honest, I found this book at the library after picking up one of its sequels, Sarah Thornhill, because it (the sequel, actually the third book in the loose trilogy) looked a bit like a romance novel. I saw that it was the 3rd book, and went hunting for the 1st. Which turned out to be the award-winning (Commonwealth Prize, Booker finalist) novel of one family’s journey from grinding poverty along the Thames to prosperity and prominence on the banks of the Hawkesbury River in New South Wales, by way of an early (1806) transport via convict ship and a violent massacre, the legacy of which leaves scars on the land and all who come after. Although The Secret River was new to me, it is of course widely read and discussed. To sum up with brevity what this book signifies, there’s not much I can say to add to this brilliantly spare note it received in The New Yorker.

The protagonist, William Thornhill, is at once haunted by his own complicity and actions, and determined to carve a life for his family that is recognizable to them, and their contemporaries, according to their limited worldview. The ways in which European customs in attempting to wrest a living from the land are in themselves a violence, and in stark contrast to the fluid ways of the people who lived on the land for centuries before, have seldom been so devastatingly and simply rendered, and I have read many many works of historical fiction set in the North American colonial context where Old and New Worlds also clashed with not-so-secret rivers of blood.

In the second book, The Lieutenant, Grenville went back to the exploratory voyage of the First Fleet in 1788 to tell the tale of a William Dawes-like astronomer and linguist and his very different journey, of discovery and friendship – sadly, I foundered reading this book after too many pages and pages of interactions where the protagonist and his Gadigal friends exchanged vocabulary words, and it was a DNF for me. This may have been simply because I did not find the earnest lieutenant as interesting as the morally ambiguous Thornhill. I did return to the Thornhill saga to read the 3rd book, the one that originally caught my eye, and found, again, the story of this family, and the families displaced by this family, much more compelling and emotional. In the end, Sarah Thornhill contained a romance of sorts, but it was a harsh and dispiriting tale that really had no way to offer a happy ending. Perhaps the best that can be said of Sarah and her descendants is that they craft lives around figuring out ways to make the best of a bad history and poor situation.

14568987The Art Forger, by B.A. Shapiro   I so rarely read contemporary fiction, yet in the wake of The Goldfinch this caught my eye. I was a little worried that it was going to be sort of Goldfinch-lite, maybe a “women’s fiction” version about a plucky artist (forger) and her exploits, but I was sucked in by its explicit use of the Gardner heist at the core of the central mystery. If you live in Boston and/or spend time in art museums, it’s hard not to be a little obsessed about the Gardner heist, particularly if one of the stolen paintings was the subject of a 10-page undergraduate Art History paper you wrote back in the early ’80’s.

What I found was indeed “lighter” in many ways than The Goldfinch, but this book offered a more powerful tale of authenticity and falsehood than I expected. For anyone who has visited the Gardner Museum, or speculated about the world’s most notorious art crime, this alternate history of the collection, with its oddly fascinating level of detail about the techniques and history of art forgery, is pretty good reading. At its heart, this is a deftly woven past/present exploration of female creativity, forced choices, and compromise in the male-dominated worlds of contemporary art (the painter protagonist, Claire Roth) and 19th century art collecting (the “scandalous” Isabella Stewart Gardner).

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9 thoughts on “Recent Reading: 3 books I’m still thinking about

  1. KeiraSoleore says:

    I have been toying with reading Goldfinch as my next year’s Big Fat Book, but finally decided to go with The Secret History due to many comments elsewhere about it being grossly overwritten. Your comments are making me rethink that decision.

    I’ve put The Art Forger on my list now. Sounds intriguing.

    • pamela1740 says:

      The Art Forger is a great quick read; it reads like a page-turner but it has depth and charm, and yes, intrigue!

      If you haven’t read it, I think your instinct to go with The Secret History is a good one. It’s so good — one of those books read a long time ago that truly stays with you, in the years, not months, since I read it.

      Thank you so much for commenting here 🙂

      • I’ve been holding off on reading The Goldfinch, mostly because I know that I’ll be waiting another ten years for the next Donna Tartt novel, so I don’t want to rush. 🙂

        I read The Secret History in college and I’m afraid the romance of that book combined with my own twenty-year-old obsessions led me to a bit of a school girl’s crush on Tartt and the book, too. When The Little Friend came out, it was hard for me to read it without prejudice. What I really wanted was the experience of reading The Secret History again as a blank slate, fascinated by the idea of studying ancient greek and dressing in fancy secondhand clothes and trying to pretend like I fit in with wealthy oddballs. (The closest I ever came to achieving that wished-for experience, by the way, was when I read Tana French’s The Likeness, a brilliant mystery novel that requires a massive suspension of disbelief, but reads like she also wanted a second go at The Secret History.) Enough time has passed now that I’m pretty sure that I can enjoy The Goldfinch without comparing it to The Secret History, though. It’s waiting for me on my Kindle.

        As far as it being overwritten…eh, sometimes I enjoy that. 🙂 I read A.S. Byatt’s The Children’s Book right after I read Penelope Lively’s Consequences, and although both books cover the same time period, they do it so differently. Lively is spare and elegant, Byatt is lush and, yes, overwritten sometimes. But I loved both of them, in entirely different ways. I look forward to The Goldfinch! (And yes, now I too want to read The Art Forger.)

      • KeiraSoleore says:

        Thank you for the unequivocal go ahead for The Secret History. Now I just have to wait for the first of the year to roll around and I can start on it.

      • KeiraSoleore says:

        Eep, the nesting of comments isn’t working. The above comment was for Pamela.

      • KeiraSoleore says:

        Amy, I remember feeling like the way you describe here when I was reading “French Lessons” by Alice Kaplan. I wanted to crawl into her book and participate in the life that was unfolding on the page. I wanted to be her and also not be her when her behavior outraged/horrified/annoyed me.

        The university elitism is a big draw for me. I went to a huge public university and so brilliance in cozy, rarified atmospheres is foreign and very interesting for me. And I like clever stories.

        I like Salman Rushdie and he’s brilliant but overwrites like crazy. I still read him, so perhaps Tartt will seem “just right.” 🙂

  2. pamela1740 says:

    Sorry about the nesting problem – I’ll have to go look at that. And probably I’ll have no idea how to fix it… eep.

    Amy, your description of your affair with The Secret History is very familiar to me! I was just our of college or in grad school when I read it. The crazy intensity of those late adolescent years felt very fresh and real. Also, it is just a brilliant book. When The Little Friend Came out, I also had a similar experience — I was a good deal older, and the book had such a different feel. None of it came together for me, though I did read the whole thing (it wasn’t a DNF). So I was a little wary about this new one, because now I am a LOT older, etc. But I found here she tapped back into more of the pace and intrigue that was so compelling about The Secret History, plus for me the NYC opening was incredibly nostalgic so I was sucked right in.

    Keira, I haven’t read French Lessons – do you recommend? And I agree with you about having a tolerance for overwriting, depending on the author and circumstances. 🙂

    • KeiraSoleore says:

      I was very much into my French phase when I read French Lessons. I was studying the language, traveling there, reading and watching movies in French, reading about the French…well, you get the idea. The French Lessons were superb then. Objectively speaking, it’s still a great book.

  3. I started my museum career shortly after the Gardner Heist, and worked at one institution whose collections were hit by the same thieves. The heist is definitely part of the shared conscious of that world, and when Barbara Shapiro came to speak at our local athenaeum there were a whole lot of museum folks in the audience! I enjoyed the book immensely and I need to search out her earlier mysteries.

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