You don’t have to have murdered someone in your college days to go through a spell of nostalgia after reading The Secret History by Donna Tartt. This haunting book captures the clannishness, the impressionability, the uncertainty and excess of those years. It is a story about the defining experiences we would rather forget, if only we could.
Of course the Greek-quoting, champagne-swilling lifestyle enjoyed by the six main characters in The Secret History is far removed from the experience of the average student. The rarefied atmosphere cultivated by these privileged classics students belongs to a lost era; this is how we imagine things were when only the rich and brilliant entered the hallowed halls of university.
Told as a memoir from the perspective of the latest addition to the exclusive group, the novel reveals how, and ultimately why, five of the six “clever, eccentric misfits” end up colluding in the killing of their friend.
The book, set in an elite college in Vermont, takes up the mantle of The Great Gatsby so overtly that the students, in tweeds and cashmere, could be the grandchildren of Tom and Daisy Buchanan and the narrator Richard a direct descendant of Nick Carraway.
Those formative years between adolescence and adulthood are fertile ground for fiction and The Secret History draws on other classics such as Catcher in the Rye, Crime and Punishment and Brideshead Revisited, sometimes by direct reference.
But nothing in the 600 plus pages of The Secret History happens by accident. The novel is so well crafted it screams good writing. There is so much to enjoy – from the biting satire in the depiction of the family of the murder victim Bunny, to the heart-wrenching descriptions of tortured souls and the beautiful passages on the changing seasons. My only criticism would be the sense of repetition in the countless scenes of heavy drinking and hangovers. But knowing the writer, that was probably deliberate.
Like many people, I was inspired to read The Secret History after the long-awaited and much-fêted appearance of Tartt’s third novel, The Goldfinch (don’t say anything, I’m only on page 304). Somehow I missed The Secret History when it was first published in 1992, even though it was right in the middle of my college years.
I’d love to hear your impressions of this book or any thoughts on the folly of youth. Among the small readership of this blog are three people I went to university with who have remained good friends to this day. I believe that the decision we made in 1989 to study Russian was one of the most significant and far-reaching of our lives. Or maybe I’m just carried away by The Secret History.
Here’s what Donna Tartt’s narrator Richard Papen has to say on the question. Read the punctuation and weep!
I suppose there is a certain crucial interval in everyone’s life when character is fixed forever; for me, it was the first fall term I spent at Hampden. So many things remain with me from that time, even now: those preferences in clothes and books and even food – acquired then, and largely, I must admit, in adolescent adulation of the rest of the Greek class – have stayed with me through the years.
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The Little Friend got me hooked and then I went on to read The Secret History back in 2004 (I don’t know how I managed to avoid it for 12 years!) but – as so often – can no longer remember much of the plot so thanks for the nudge, Clare. I’m going to get it back down off the shelf and start going to bed early with a cup of tea!
After a suitable recovery period post Goldfinch, I will also have to read The Little Friend. So many books, so little time!
I also enjoyed The Little Friend but haven’t got round to either The Goldfinch or The Secret History – although I might have to reading this. And yes, I was very pleased with that finely punctuated paragraph you showcased. But I do struggle a bit with those indulged adolescence novels – I’ve got one ready to review on my blog on Thursday.
Well done you studying Russian AND keeping in touch with your university friends. My brother had his sixtieth birthday celebration last week with half a dozen of his friends and partners from the first week of university – wonder if your group will manage to stay in touch that long?
I hope so, we’re 20 years post graduation now so what’s another 20 years, give or take!
Would love to know what you think of Goldfinch. Hope it makes it onto your list.
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