Kudos, Arthur Golden. You have written a magnificent book. To speak in another’s voice takes talent, and Golden has taken on a voice and turned it into a 400-page flawless novel. Even knowing it’s fiction, you swear it’s autobiographical. I’ve read non-fiction that reads like fiction, but never the reverse, and only because Golden never missed a mark over the entirety of the book. Intricately detailed, scenes and emotions described perfectly, it’s a masterpiece.
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Started off on Bon Iver radio station, rocking out, then suspiciously Meet Virginia by Train comes on, then a few songs later, Slide by Goo Goo Dolls. I’ve slipped into early 2000’s radio, it seems.
Pandora…did you go to college with me? Are we reliving some memories together?
I’m about 10% into this book… omg… I think the opening would be traumatic for anyone, but let’s just say that as a New Yorker it made me almost jump off of a bus yesterday before it was my stop because I saw someone who looked fishy (I only didn’t because the doors closed). That may be the most visceral reaction I’ve ever had to a book.
Donna Tartt is a ridiculous writer though, she’s soooo good. I read her debut The Secret History in high school and remains in my top 10. I mean, I can nitpick a couple of her style/storytelling choices that she could have executed differently, but at the end of the day she’s that lightning bolt combination of beautiful, clear writer and super imaginative, original storyteller.
So yeah, go read her. I’d argue she’s one of the best modern storytellers, and a rare bestseller who actually deserves to be there.
Do what she says. Now the winner of the Pulitzer Prize for Fiction 2014.