Life’s shit and then you die. And dat’s dat, matey.
That’s why we have art. That’s Tartt’s take. Or rather Theo Decker’s, the protagonist in The Goldfinch.
Does this insight save you reading this one-kilo 771-pager? Nope. Because it’s a corker.
Which is why we’re going to mull over Albert Camus a mo. The Outsider‘s protagonist, Meursault, clocks that nothing matters in life and so he doesn’t care. About anything.Continue reading The Goldfinch by Donna Tartt (2013)