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Dickensian Ambition And Emotion Make 'Goldfinch' Worth The Wait

"Dickensian" is one of those literary modifiers that's overused. But before I officially retire this ruined adjective (or exile it to Australia, as Dickens himself would have done), I want to give it one final outing, because no other word will do. Here goes: Donna Tartt's grand new novel, The Goldfinch, is Dickensian both in the ambition of its jumbo, coincidence-laced plot, as well as in its symphonic range of emotions. The Goldfinch far exceeds the expectations of those of us who've been waiting on Tartt to do something extraordinary again, ever since her debut novel, The Secret History, came out in 1992. Hell, I feel like I've been waiting for a novel like this to appear not only since I read The Secret History, but also since I first read David Copperfield.

There's a lot of Copperfield in Tartt's hero, Theo Decker, who's 13 years old at the start of this story, which he narrates in retrospect as an adult. Young Theo lives with his adored beautiful mother in Manhattan. (His dad, a shiftless actor and gambler, has deserted them — and good riddance, too.) Unfortunately, Theo is not as pure as David Copperfield was as a boy; in fact, on the most fateful morning of his life, Theo and his mother have an appointment at his prep school to discuss his suspension for smoking on school grounds — or maybe it's for stealing (Theo is guilty of that crime, too). But what Theo will ultimately spend the rest of his life atoning for is the death of his mother. It wasn't his fault. Adults will assure him: It was "a terrible accident, rotten luck, could have happened to anyone." "[I]t's all perfectly true," Theo admits, "and I don't believe a word of it."

What happens is that on the way to the school appointment, Theo and his mom take shelter from a sudden thunderstorm by ducking into The Metropolitan Museum of Art. Theo's mom studied art and she steers him over to one of her most beloved paintings: It's called The Goldfinch and it's an actual painting done in the mid-17th century by a teacher of Vermeer's named Carel Fabritius. Theo half-listens to his mother's lecture on the glories of this painting of an alert yellow bird "chained to a perch by its twig of an ankle"; then, just as they're moving off to the dreaded school appointment, a terrorist bomb explodes in The Met. Theo's mother is killed and life as he knew it is shattered.

As in The Secret History and her second, less successful novel, The Little Friend, which centered on an unsolved murder, Tartt plays here with the conventions of the suspense thriller. In the aftermath of the explosion, Theo comforts a dying man who gives him a ring and points to the small painting of The Goldfinch, lying in the rubble out of its frame. Theo takes custody of both objects and they lead him on a baroque coming-of-age adventure that includes a season in hell in Las Vegas with his deadbeat dad, brushes with the Russian mob, unrequited love, excessive teen drug use and the discovery of a place almost like home in a New York antique shop — an old curiosity shop, if you will — run by an open-hearted mensch named Hobie, who becomes Theo's guardian. I have, by the way, only taken us halfway through this 700-plus-page novel.

As ingenious as Tartt's plot is, this novel would be but a massive scaffolding feat, were it not for her uncanny way with words. Here's Theo, as an adult, telling us about a feverish dream he had of his mother:

"[S]he came up suddenly beside me so I saw her reflection in a mirror. At the sight of her I was paralyzed with happiness; ... [S]he was smiling at me, ... not a dream but a presence that filled the whole room ... I knew I couldn't turn around, that to look at her directly was to violate the laws of her world and mine; ... our eyes met in the glass for a long moment; but just as she seemed about to speak ... — a vapor rolled between us and I woke up."

Like the goldfinch in the painting he can't bring himself to relinquish, Theo is chained, forever yearning for the mother he lost on that terrible day in the museum. His loneliness is the realistic emotional constant in this crowded, exuberantly plotted triumph of a novel. And if that ain't "Dickensian," I don't know what is.

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Transcript

TERRY GROSS, HOST:

This is FRESH AIR. Donna Tartt is a novelist who won't be hurried. Starting with her debut novel, "The Secret History," which came out in 1992, she seems to be establishing a patter of publishing one novel a decade. Tartt's third novel, "The Goldfinch," has just appeared and our book critic Maureen Corrigan says that she would gladly wait another decade if she had to for a novel this good.

MAUREEN CORRIGAN, BYLINE: Dickensian is one of those literary modifiers that's overused, but before I officially retire this ruined adjective or exile it to Australia, as Dickens himself would've done, I want to give it one final outing. Because no other word will do. Here goes: Donna Tartt's grand new novel "The Goldfinch" is Dickensian both in the ambition of its jumbo coincidence-laced plot as well as in its symphonic range of emotions.

"The Goldfinch" far exceeds the expectations of those of us who've been waiting on Tartt to do something extraordinary again ever since her debut novel "The Secret History" came out in 1992. Hell, I feel like I've been waiting for a novel like this to appear not only since I read "The Secret History" but since I first read "David Copperfield."

There's a lot of Copperfield in Tartt's hero Theo Decker who's 13 years old at the start of this story which he narrates in retrospect as an adult. Young Theo lives with his adored, beautiful mother in Manhattan. His dad, a shiftless actor and gambler, has deserted them and good riddance, too. Unfortunately, Theo is not as pure as David Copperfield was as a boy.

In fact, on the most fateful morning of his life, Theo and his mother have an appointment at his prep school to discuss his suspension for smoking on school grounds. Or maybe it's for stealing; Theo was guilty of that crime, too. But what Theo will ultimately spend the rest of his life atoning for is the death of his mother.

It wasn't his fault, adults will assure him. It was a terrible accident, rotten luck, could've happened to anyone. It's all perfectly true, Theo admits, and I don't believe a word of it. What happens is that on the way to the school appointment, Theo and his mom take shelter from a sudden thunderstorm by ducking into the Metropolitan Museum of Art.

Theo's mom studied art and she steers him over to one of her most beloved paintings. It's called "The Goldfinch" and it's an actual painting done in the mid-17th century by a teacher of Vermeer's named Carel Fabritius. Theo half listens to his mother's lecture on the glories of this painting of an alert yellow bird chained to a perch by its twig of an ankle.

Then, just as they're moving off to the dreaded school appointment, a terrorist bomb explodes in the Met. Theo's mother is killed and life as he knew it is shattered. As in "The Secret History" and her second, less successful novel, "The Little Friend" which centered on an unsolved murder, Tartt plays here with the conventions of the suspense thriller.

In the aftermath of the explosion, Theo comforts a dying man who gives him a ring and points to the small painting of "The Goldfinch" lying in the rubble out of its frame. Theo takes custody of both objects and they lead him on a baroque coming of age adventure that includes a season in hell in Las Vegas with his deadbeat dad, brushes with the Russian mob, unrequited love, excessive teen drug use, and the discovery of a place almost like home in a New York antique shop.

An old curiosity shop, if you will, run by an openhearted mensch named Toby who becomes Theo's guardian. I have, by the way, only taken us halfway through this 700-plus page novel. As ingenious as Tartt's plot is, this novel would be but a massive scaffolding feat were it not for her uncanny way with words.

Here's Theo as an adult telling us about a feverish dream he had of his mother: She came up suddenly beside me so I saw her reflection in a mirror. At the sight of her, I was paralyzed with happiness. She was smiling at me - not a dream, but a presence that filled the whole room. I knew I couldn't turn around, that to look at her directly was to violate the laws of her world and mine.

Our eyes met in the glass for a long moment but just as she seemed about to speak, a vapor rolled between us and I woke up. Like the goldfinch in the painting he can't bring himself to relinquish. Theo is chained, forever yearning for the mother he lost on that terrible day in the museum. His loneliness is the realistic emotional constant in this crowded, exuberantly plotted triumph of a novel. And if that ain't Dickensian, I don't know what is.

GROSS: Maureen Corrigan teaches literature at Georgetown University. She reviewed "The Goldfinch" by Donna Tartt. You can read an excerpt on our website, freshair.npr.org. Transcript provided by NPR, Copyright NPR.