The Goldfinch by Donna Tartt

Intricate, intelligent and incredibly long; I bring to you the Goldfinch, renowned novel and winner of the Pulitzer Prize for Fiction in 2014.


Set in the modern world, this novel follows Theodore Decker throughout his life, starting with the time as a teenager he survived a terrorist attack at an art gallery, but his mother did not. This  incident shapes the rest of the plot, and Theo’s character rapidly morphs into a miserable one as he, still a minor, is tossed from guardian to guardian, all the time guarding a secret. When he walked out of the gallery, he did not leave empty handed. Instead, he brought with him a masterpiece, the Goldfinch, and as Theo travels the country, the painting follows him. Until the aftermath of the attack has been cleared away, and people start to look for the priceless piece of art. Suddenly Theodore has a multitude of options, and things start to spiral out of everyone’s control.

Overall this was masterfully written, and I admire Tartt because she has created an admirable plot with extraordinary characters, written with the utmost of style, whilst still remaining quite realistic. This is harder to achieve than one initially anticipate; this is probably why she has been showered with awards. However, the Goldfinch is long. At first I leapt into it with an eager mind, but one’s level of commitment dwindles slightly by page 400, and by the time you’re 600+ you just want the book to finish. It has 864 pages, and by the end I was feeling every single one. The issue was, there is a section where Theo lives with his father in Vegas, and it drags on forever. It’s meant to signify I suppose the extent of the neglect that Theo faced, but that doesn’t mean I have to suffer through all those incidents too. That sections was simply unforgivingly slow paced and dull. Honestly, half of the book is about Theo taking various types of drugs and getting drunk: fine, show how his once ordinary life descended into addiction, but does the reader really need to witness every single shot glass he took to grapple with the idea? Clearly Tartt and I have contrasting views on this.

Also, the style of writing here is remarkable. Every page is crammed full of devices, (but not so that you’re just wading through metaphors and similes, trying to decipher a plot,) and it results in a clear idea of the shape of the scene. Having said it, it’s striking because whilst Tartt is so diligent with imagery on the one hand, at other times, she ‘tells’ the reader what is happening. Often, Tartt would just toss in; ‘Theo looked embarrassed’, or ‘Andy was angry’. Were they really? Can you see it on their faces, or is it they way they wring their hands? I thought this was irritating because Tartt is a gifted writer, and she could obviously describe their emotions, but chose not to.

The plot is interesting, but it is slow. Awfully slow- at times it was like running through knee-deep sand. You’re putting in so much time and effort to get somewhere (to the action in this case) but you remain rooted in the three page long description of a tea cup. To add to that, the climax is shoved into a very short space of time at the end, so it’s hardly like the action snowballs. It’s strange, because there is an in explicable wasteland of everyday actions; hundreds of pages dedicated to Theo going to school, Theo eating Chinese, Theo eating at a friend’s house, Theo walking his dog. All rather scintillating in its execution but ultimately unengaging stuff, and then suddenly there’s death and crime and blood everywhere. The Goldfinch would be multitudes better if it was 400 pages shorter.

I would recommend The Goldfinch to anyone who has lots of time. It is a great novel, but it has flaws too, one main one being it’s unnecessary length, so you will have to sacrifice a lot of time to get even vaguely close to finishing it in a reasonable amount of time. Other than that, it does explore large themes (like ‘why be good’ and ‘is there fate’) and contains some of the best dialogue I’ve ever read.

Have you ever read The Goldfinch; what are your thoughts on it? Or, have you ever read another Pulitzer Prize winner- what did you think of it? What are your favourite books concerning the topic of art? Do comment below and let me know you’re thoughts.

Magnificent Desolation by Buzz Aldrin

Moonwalker. Innovator. Alcoholic.

A brutally honest autobiography of Aldrin’s life, reflecting on not only the stellar parts of his career, but the parts which have shrouded him in despair and embarrassment.

Many Americans view Buzz Aldrin as a national icon; a hero. Part of Apollo 11, the space mission which cemented him in history as the second man to ever walk on the Moon, Aldrin certainly is extraordinary. But there are other sections of his life that define him, too. Like when he was a fighter pilot in the Korean war, an author of novels or when he spent most his days slumped beneath bedsheets, due to the overwhelming depression he suffered. Most people aren’t aware of this side, and Magnificent Desolation explains what precisely Aldrin went through following his Moon Landing; it turns out that the physical side effects were the least of his worries, and that he was psychologically underprepared for the fame that would ensue.


This book, despite being co-written by Ken Abraham, was definitely written by Aldrin. The words had bitter edges on certain topics (like when discussing his failures in his post-astronaut military career, or when discussing conspiracy theorists) and at other times would appear as if he was desperately trying to seem complementary, as if through the publication of this book he was wary of any outstanding offences he could cause.

Also, occasionally Aldrin would start to build up an event as if it had massive significance in the grand scheme of his life, and as a reader I would wonder what this event would foreshadow. More often than not it turned out to be completely irrelevant and not tie into anything else in the book:

“One overly zealous reporter planted himself in front of our car, refused to budge while snapping photos of me through the windshield. In exasperation, I raised my hand and gave him the finger. As soon as I saw the flash go off, I knew that I had made a gigantic mistake. When we got back to the hotel, my first call was to the attache at the embassy to see if he could quash the picture. He must have successful, because the photo never showed up”

It’s just utterly frustrating. If it turned out that the image had been leaked and had started to give Aldrin an awful reputation which affected his speaking career, then it would have been understandable. But nothing came of it- so why waste a paragraph mentioning  an irrelevant event that is not tied onto anything else in the book? This happened so many times throughout and frankly I found myself exasperated.

What I did enjoy though was when Aldrin started to discuss how in his later career he continued to develop ideas for space exploration. His words sounded so resolute and hopeful for the future- how by 2030 we should have people living on Mars, and his grand plans for a Mars Shuttle System. Above all I found that part fascinating, because it offered me an insight into the future of space. He spoke a lot about space tourism too; it seems like a plausible concept and he discusses it at length because he had devoted plenty of time to ensuring that it became as intrinsic to the American economy as ordinary tourism. We’re not quite there yet, but time can only tell!


I would recommend this autobiography to those  who have an interest in space history and astronauts, as it does not only offer a valuable insight to Aldrin’s life, but also into the future of space in our society. It is not a necessarily a relaxing read as most of the information is presented quite factually and straightforwardly, but nevertheless I’m glad I gave it go!