About one month ago, I have been given three books as my name-day’s
presents. I must confess that my first reaction was not gracious or positive. I
am talking here about my thoughts, not verbalizing my disappointment. The
reason for my initial reaction was not that I would have preferred some other
presents. It was an issue of feeling obliged to read something I would not have
chosen myself. This approach would be an explanation why I still do not belong
to any book club even though I like the concept a lot. I obviously do not like
much to be told what I should read. Time is precious.
However, I have read two of the given books with some interest and I am
now reading the third of them The Goldfinch by Donna Tartt. Needless to say
that eventually I feel very grateful to my friends for changing my reading
plans that I had made before I left Australia for my Polish holidays.
I am particularly grateful for The
Goldfinch, 800 pages plus book. I have not finished it yet but the story is
fascinating and I read over 100 pages per day. I soon will be done. There is
more to the book than just a story, much more, but I need to digest it a bit
before I write more about it.
The book got the Pulitzer Prize in 2014 and I believe this is a controversial
recognition. There are many layers in the book and many detours that I find interesting.
Since the story is riveting it is easy to skim pages and bypass the meandering.
I am not one of such readers who skim books to my disadvantage. I feel guilty
if I do not read every word in a book. In this case I am rather happy that my
habit makes me read all, or almost all. There are little pearls on each page of the
book.
Donna Tartt’s book has a lot of farewells. People and things are passing
away from our lives. Things are fluid, they change and I felt that in the book
there is a big dose of regret that it must be so. Such sentiments are obvious
when people we love move away from our life. There is more than that though. Like
the description of the old building, in which the hero of the book lived in the
past, being gutted to make room for a new more modern and exclusive version.
Maybe I found it particularly moving because I also have particular sentiment
to old, beautiful objects and this includes buildings. I was really upset
walking Sydney CBD streets when the old buildings were being destroyed. I
almost felt physical pain. Most of facades were left to stay, however some of
them collapsed during the demolition. I thought that in such a young country
like Australia where there are
not too many XIXth century buildings, the existing ones should be treasured. When
I come to Poland I check what has
happened in my neighbourhood. I am
always a little worried that some of my favourites may have not survived the
year. There are many old buildings around and their renovation is sometimes
more expensive than a replacement with a new. “Sensible” business decisions
erase history too often.
I deviated from the subject of The Goldfinch. This is only the sign that
the book wakes up dormant sentiments and emotions. This is part of its
attraction and power.
I shall finish the book in a couple of days and I believe that I will
feel compelled to write again about the book and my impressions. So stay tune
if you are interested in the book. Better still start reading.
I would rather wait for your final review though this is tempting enough to persuade me to buy the book. What holds me back is a huge backlog that I will start tackling from tonight.
ReplyDeleteA reading backlog is always a problem and this is why I was not that enthusiastic about getting more books I need to read. As you know, I am now grateful for my presents now and new perspectives that this book has opened for me. I have finished the book today so, the second part of my impressions will be out in a couple of days.
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