
As the summer kicked off, I shared some of my recent reading picks. As we enter the last weeks of the season, I figured I would present a couple of other titles that have occupied my air-conditioned hours of late.
The Goldfinch by Donna Tartt
I consider myself well-read; I even minored in English as an undergrad. Yet, I must confess that sometimes contemporary works of fiction deemed as “literary” manage to intimidate me. I fear that the experience might be too much like school. Would there be a test?
So, Donna Tartt’s Pulitzer Prize-winning novel was one of those titles that I just never got around to reading. Yet, several fellow book enthusiasts encouraged me to give it a try, and when I heard that a high-profile film version had been slated for release this fall, I figured the time was right to dive into Tartt’s sprawling narrative.
The story begins with a terrorist bombing at a Manhattan art museum. Preteen New Yorker Theo, Decker loses his mother in the explosion. He also manages to develop a momentary but intense bond with a mysterious older man and his young niece who had been browsing in the same gallery. Theo undertakes a plan to rescue his mother’s favorite painting from the fiery scene, and in the subsequent days that pass, his actions morph from heroism into high-stakes art theft.
As an orphan, Theo finds himself on a journey that evokes the sweeping scale of Dickens. The socialite mother of a socially awkward genius classmate takes him under her wing for a time, but Theo’s long-lost father ends up claiming the boy and moving him to suburban Las Vegas. Theo’s exploits manage to connect him once again with the little girl from the fateful day at the art museum and her family.
Tartt has a knack for taking seemingly disparate threads and tying them together in a masterful plot. Her story becomes a Russian nesting doll of secrets and revelations. She also paints highly evocative word pictures with her descriptions of time and place in the life of Theo as a boy, teen, and young adult. Not an easy read by any means, but for me at least a highly captivating one.
For some strange reason, I managed to miss this particular memoir from veteran book and magazine editor George Hodgman when it arrived in 2014, even though the title earned a host of book industry accolades. Sadly, I only learned about Bettyville when I saw news articles recounting Hodgman’s recent suicide. I wish that it hadn’t taken that kind of publicity, but when I read the description, I knew instantly that this was my kind of book.
Bettyville recounts Hodgman’s return to his rural Missouri hometown to care for his elderly mother as she faces the onset of dementia. Hodgman’s life in the Big Apple had been plagued by the professional upheaval of the print media business, while on a personal level he had struggled with substance abuse and the realities of mid-life for a gay single man. Upon returning to Bettyville, Hodgman reminiscences about never being able to truly reveal his true identity there. Betty’s motherly love–imperfect as it may be–shines through her many eccentricities.
I just wanted to take a few minutes away from my reading to share these picks. Stay cool!

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