“I’ve come to believe that there’s no truth beyond illusion. Because, between ‘reality’ on the one hand, and the point where the mind strikes reality, there’s a middle zone, a rainbow edge where beauty comes into being, where two very different surfaces mingle and blur to provide what life does not: and this is the space where all art exists, and all magic.”
“Whatever teaches us to talk to ourselves is important: whatever teaches us to sing ourselves out of despair…it is a glory and a privilege to love what Death doesn’t touch.”-Donna Tartt
note: excerpts from The Goldfinch by Donna Tartt.
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It is exceptional, isn’t it?
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Heather. Yes. The Goldfinch reminds me of other novels: Foucault’s Pendulum, Possession, The English Patient, The Night Train to Lisbon. Buoyant, complex, exhilaratingly extravagant.
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Absolutely! Those are some wonderful other novels…and some that I haven’t read…yet. 🙂
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