The Goldfinch, a mystery set in modern-day Manhattan, Las Vegas and Amsterdam, follows a young man’s life after the tragic death of his mother, abrupt upheaval from his home, and the accidental acquisition of a priceless painting. I won’t give away an inch here since each page is a treasured jewel of novel. Read every word.
What I will tell you is that I don’t like mysteries. I’m too anxious to genuinely enjoy them. And this book isn’t riveting. But it quickly (within the first 5 pages) became a new favorite. A deep settling quality that reminded me of P.D James. Nothing frantic despite the circumstances.
In fact, the humor is easily relatable and, although the subject matter is dense, it follows the pace of life in such a natural way that I found myself 200 pages in (the hardback is nearly 800 pages) and not wanting it to end.
It’s fun, believable, interesting (I learned quite a bit about art and antiques), and completely worth a read. It makes sense that it’s been a best-seller since it was released late last year, and has been keeping the literary world buzzing. It will keep you on your toes, in a pleasant way, anticipating the fate of Theo, even though you know from the beginning, it probably isn’t going to end well, or is it?