The Goldfinch - Blog Posts
– emily bronte, wuthering heights
More older boreo 🐤
Reading the goldfinch rn so… boreo time
welcome back the four people from 2022 the goldfinch tiktok!!!!!! bro i used to edit so much of tgf.. i loveeee my doomed queer couples! pls come back the goldfinch 😞
How Gay do you want your books to be?
Dark academia authors: Yes.
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𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑰 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑰 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒎𝒆
𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒐𝒏 𝒂 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒆 𝒑𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒕: 𝒂 𝒈𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒖𝒏-𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒄𝒌
𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒆𝒙𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓.
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𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑰 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑰 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒎𝒆
𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒐𝒏 𝒂 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒆 𝒑𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒕: 𝒂 𝒈𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒖𝒏-𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒄𝒌
𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒆𝒙𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓.
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PLEASE, someone who has read the Goldfinch message me. I just finished it, and I need to hyperfixate with someone
reading the goldfinch isn't enough I need to become an alcoholic
I JUST FINISHED THE FINN WOLFHARD BOYKISSER TRILOGY
Yes, I am literary going to give Donna Tart another goddamn chance to shatter my heart and soul and make me feel misserable but at least make me feel something BIG
It's basically 1 Am, and I'm laying on my bed, sobbing and thinking, damn, I still love Theo Decker with my whole soul.
He's a lil bitch but hey! nobody should blame him for that!
yes, the rumors are true...i want to h*g Theo Decker
Bitches be out there crying because of a painting. It's me, I'm bitches.
What kind of heroism did we do in our past lives? Because we really don't deserve Oakes Fegley as Theo.
Oakes = beautiful
Me = broken
Andy and me dancing on Mrs. Barbour's expensive carpet while Theo is crying in Platt's bedroom.
Can I just meet Andy Barbour? We could talk in Japanese and complain about complex kanjis, sing and dance to vocaloid songs and have an anime marathon!!
That's my desire, I mean, Donna created him so he could be my weeabo mutual!
I hope I'm not the only one who is in love with the goldfinch's cast, I couldn't ask for any other better group of actors. Everyone I just so on point. I have to admit that (physically of course) I thought about some characters in different ways, for example, Hobie, but I don't have any complains, so I want to get my fangirl mode on:
Talking about Hobie: that man, Jeffrey, brings such an innocent and caring touch, just like the Hobie we know from the books, it's just too pure :(♡
I WANT TO TALK ABOUT NICOLE KIDMAN. Yes, THAT WOMAN IS ALL I EVER DREAMED OF MRS. BARBOUR OMG. She seems like a mature person and also looks gorgeous, she's Mrs. Barbour and I'm PROUD
My baby!, the precious!, Ashleigh Cummings!, as Pippa! OMg. Her performance on NOS4A2 is amazing, you should see it! It's an interesting but underrated show :( she plays Vic (the protagonist) AND SHE'S SO BADASS, but in tgf she's just a beautiful softie like my bby Pippa, I think she's going to do it amazingly :')
Talking about Pippa, I have to give a shoutout to Aimee Laurence! Unfortunately, I haven't seen a lot of her, but physically, I think she's great, I don't know if any of you remember, but when Theo sees for the first time Pippa at the museum, he obviously describes her. He says that yes, she's pretty, but there's something in her, the shape of her face, her eyes, the case she has... Of course he makes himself a lot of questions and Yaya... But I think that Aimee seems great, she has an interesting vibe and in the trailer the way they portray the shape of her face.. stunning.
Do I really have to talk about Finn Wolfhard? We know he's going to kill it, he's amazing, he is the young Boris we all could have imagined and he really seems to be into his role, he talked about how this was actually the first time he had to look for accents, and how to portrait a personality like Boris', I think he'll do great.
My sweetie pie ANEURIN I love him so much I don't- I don't even have to explain, I mean, didn't we all were like OMGDMIDHS when we first saw him talk in the last trailer? his other's roles were amazing and he's gonna come to slay in front of our faces. We don't deserve this man, we don't, I love him bye.
And, of course, my beloved Theo. I really really really love Theo, with all my heart, he's one of the most important things in my life (but we'll talk about it later, don't worry) and I only ask them to do him justice (and the movie). But Oakes???? This??? Really??
Just kidding, if you think I'm going to complain about my boy Oakes then you're wrong, VERY WRONG. At first, I was captivated by him, the way he looked in those clothes, I have so many expectations on him, He's the perfect guy for young Theo, I can't even try to think of any other young actor to be young Theo, he was the chosen one, and it's so disappointing to see a lot of people complaining because their favourite actor didn't get the role. I'm excited, I'm looking forward this kid Fegley to be Theo, He is the boy.
Ansel Elgort.. I saw a few people complaining at him because he didn't look like what they were expecting, but I think he's great, I know he's a good actor and Ansel and Oakes are pretty similar, even the Ansel himself said that he thinks they have a similar vibe and he can truly believe they both are the same person. I remember showing a friend them, and she was agreeing to similarity they have.
And besides that, Ansel also seems good (more than good) as an adult Theo!
Also, Nicky Torchia as Tom Cable, that's it.
Of course there are more actors and characters, but I needed to talk about them (Sarah as Paula?? SHE'S BEAUTIFUL I MEAN-) (and Ryan as Andy is so uwu). This cast, has my whole heart.
But what about you guys? What are your thoughts? I would like to read them, if annoying.
All these clowns actually think it's fine to drag two young actors just because they're doing what they have to do in their jobs?
And all these ladies who are in the same position as I am, (which is not being famous), think that their lovely Finn Wolfhard is from their property so he can't date anybody or kiss anyone in a film?
Well, guess I'm the wrong here, sorry for think that these actors are people with feelings and just good intentions on working for a movie.
Andy: そろばんでこの式が解けますか?
Theo: of course, you had to be a weeb
Boris: А ну, чики-брики и в дамки!
Theo: are you fucking kidding me?
Theo: Oh, Pippa, at least we both speak the same language!
Pippa: I know! Anyways, which is your favorite music piece? I'm totally into Arvo Pärt right now, don't ask me why, but have you heard palestrina??? Omg it's just too good,, sorry, I was too excited.. are you into classic music? At least I'm sure you have heard of Dmitri Shostakovich, He is my icon I love him so much did you know..
Theo: I hate my life
I appreciate how dedicate Finn stans are but seriously, there's nothing wrong if you watch the movie because he is in it and there's also nothing wrong if you're not interested in the book, but please.
I understand how much you like him and how proud are you of him, he's such a great young actor with a great future.
But in the trailers' comment section I only see
"OMG FINN", "WAIT, IS FINN GAY?", "IS FINN KISSING A BOY?"
Yes, fellow people, he's kissing a boy, BUT THAT'S NOT THE POINT OF THE MOVIE/BOOK. You see, there's like 1 minute of video (or more, depending the trailer) of this tiny boy with glasses who is suffering because he's tormented after his mother's death and because he stole a painting which means a lot to him.
but yeah who cares about Theo right? He isn't the protagonist or something
I think we love gay stories and stuff, of course, I was like that when I started to read the goldfinch but, the more I read the more I was into Theo's story, and I absolutely know that it's a fact that all of the internal homophobia Theo has and his story with Boris is absolutely important for his life.
But again, the more I read it, I was more interested in Theo's behavior, his feelings, than if he fucked or kissed a guy.
A Love Letter to The Goldfinch by Donna Tartt
Every so often, the world changes minutely when a person makes a split-second decision. A lost key, a cracked cell phone, a leaf skittering over a sidewalk. Broken hearts and kept promises. A lifetime of difference, wrought by a momentary lapse in — or revival of — judgement. Just as a person ducking back home to wear a different tie to office does not know they just missed a road accident, so too was I oblivious to the fact that when my attention was snagged by Donna Tartt’s The Goldfinch one Monday afternoon, I had inadvertently changed the trajectory of my life.
I read The Secret History when I was fifteen years old and freshly enraptured by the world of art. There, nestled between picturesque horror and sheer absurdity, shone three words: beauty is terror. And, heart open and aching for fullness, I lapped them up. I was drawn to the book’s languor and aesthetic, delighted by its opulent barbarity. I watched the characters lie, obsess, fanaticize, love each other and kill each other and die in each other’s arms. I felt nothing for them save some abject amusement, and a bit of hatred.
Naturally, then, when I picked up The Goldfinch, I expected something similar. I anticipated pretty words and morbid delight, death and deception and lies. To say that that is not what I found would be untrue, but it would be worse still to say that that is all I found. Because there was also so, so much more.
It started, as promised, with the painting of a little bird. A little golden bird, chained to a little whitewashed perch. It started also with a museum, and a girl with a violin, and an Isn’t it always the inappropriate thing, the thing that doesn’t quite work, that’s oddly the dearest? A canvas, not painted over, but instead woven into a tapestry of everything and everything. Home: the loss of it, the search for it, the realization of where it can be found. Life: the ache for it, the hatred towards it, the peace of it.
And, above all, love. Love, all alone in a foreign land, in the middle of a desert with flashing lights and stars that spell out your name. Love, in split knuckles and split lips, stolen pennies and stolen smiles. Love, in the leaving, in the returning, in the never coming back. A broken Polish lullaby translated stiltedly into English, A-a-a, a-a-a, there once were two small kittens…
There, too, was childhood, slipping away; friendship, broken and mended and more, more; an overwhelming sense of history, of centuries superimposed, 1940s by way of 1640s. There was sitting on the stoop of a home you didn’t know you had, stargazing with her but having eyes only for the moon. There was Conversational Russian, and The Idiot, and the last four digits of his phone number, because you missed your best friend. Ships passing, but also, coincidence is God’s way of staying anonymous.
(Theo: I think this goes more to the idea of ‘relentless irony’ than ‘divine providence’.
Boris: Yes — but why give it a name? Can’t they both be the same thing?)
This tapestry-canvas was woven through with golden thread, and this golden thread was that little yellow bird on that little whitewashed perch. It was chained to a blank wall, imprisoned for eternity with a few strokes of a brush. One prisoner looking at another. And what did it mean? Nothing, and everything. The length of its shackle was the same as the space between letters that separate two words, and the space between a person’s lungs and a person’s ribs, and the space which things crawl under and inhabit and make magnificent. An individual heart shock. Theo is an echo caught on a breeze, a quiet note of laughter, and I had the epiphany that laughter was light, and light was laughter, and that was the secret of the universe.
And beneath it all ran an undercurrent of beauty. In words, in silences, in the minute hand of a clock. Playground laughter, hotel room smiles. We’ll be eating breakfast in the cornfields when the sun comes up. Not terror, but not not terror. Terror, accompanied by happiness, and misery, and hope. 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 it is this space where all art exists, and all magic.
Beauty is in the knowledge that the finch Fabritius painted was unique, and in the conviction that if Theo could go back in time and see the bird first, he would set it free in a heartbeat. It is in Theo finally flipping to the final page of the book and watching the ink dry, adding his own love to the history of people who have loved beautiful things, and looked out for them, and pulled them from the fire, and sought them when they were lost, and tried to preserve them and save them while passing them along literally from hand to hand, singing out brilliantly from the wreck of time to the next generation of lovers, and the next.
Beauty can't be terror, or at least, not just terror—after all, "beauty alters the grain of reality."
In the goldfinch Donna tartt has the power to create a special atmosphere. I am not a native English speaker and even if I do not know the word the impact remains the same.The descriptive talent of this writer will always fascinate me.
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You want to know what mine ? Unstable character going through so much suffering that it make me cry my eyeballs. Oh and give me some weird interest like ancient greek or Shakespear.
Unpopular opinion : I prefer The Goldfinch by Dona Tartt than The Secret history
Boris Volodymyrovych Pavlikovsky and Theodore (Theo) Decker (The Goldfinch Movie 2019 GIF’s)
