Can't believe it took me until I was lying in the dark trying to fall asleep last night to realize that Theo's mental breakdown trapped in an Amsterdam hotel room after a disaster and waiting to find out if Boris will ever return was fueled by its similarity to his time years before in his childhood NYC apartment after a disaster, waiting to find out if his mother will ever return.
Like I don't think I'm an idiot, but how did it take me so long to realize the connection there?
Anyway, Boris is the hero of the novel, weirdly! He subverts the central trauma of the book!
Theo is uprooted and shipped off to Vegas, a place where he himself says nobody loves him. Not true though, because Boris does!
Theo discovers his fiance is cheating on him, that he's betrayed and completely alone. Except then Boris shows up, and even though he did betray Theo, he wants to make it right!
Theo is stuck with no answers and no way to call his mother who he knows deep down will never return. Except when it happens again, it's Boris. And Boris completely subverts the mirroring of the book's central trauma! He does return! Not only that, he's fixed everything! The painting is returned and the guilt is gone! The money will fix Theo's mistake with Hobie! Come to Antwerp with him and get over your cold, you're fucking fine!
maybe we should all watch the goldfinch and it chapter two again and read some richard siken and the secret history and all wear wool coats and long scarves while listening to the national's terrible love and then we can rediscover some long lost peace
I did not get brat summer drunk I got Lana del rey norman fucking rockwell
december will make you go insane if the passage of time is something that scares you
[said very pleasantly] i see you have mischaracterised my blorbo. that's okay. that's fine. everyone interprets things differently. i'm exploding you in my mind with the power of 9754685 suns btw
free museum trips are wasted on unappreciative middle schoolers. let me go
Joy Sullivan, from Instructions for Traveling West: Poems; “Howl”
people literally make it their job to tell me the goldfinch is boring. GIRL I KNOW ITS BORING…… im talking about the goldfinch me and the besties made up on tumblr
hey man I found a piece of your soul stuck in the text messages of old friends you don’t speak to anymore. do you want it back