Kevin Brennan Writes About What It's Like
I wish this Francine Prose review of Donna Tartt’s The Goldfinch in the New York Review of Books were unlocked. She essentially tears Tartt a new one for… bad writing.
And I say bravo! I had a post a few months ago about how we might approach self-published books we review, but when New York puts out a novel that is as flawed as Prose reveals, seems to me that spades should be called spades. I haven’t read Tartt, but I have a feeling that her huge success with The Secret History might have set her up for a fall. According to Prose, though popular, The Goldfinch is pretty much a mess.
Prose is stunned at how well-received the book has been so far by readers.
What do you think? Why do crappy books get a free pass?
By the way, has anyone read The Goldfinch yet? Let us know what you thought of it.