the anti-heroine of an era of bathtub gin, organized crime, and jazz, clouded in the smoke of fired guns and cigarettes.
“But sometimes, unexpectedly, grief pounded over me in waves that left me gasping; and when the waves washed back,
I found myself looking out over a brackish wreck which was illuminated in a light so lucid, so heartsick and empty,
that I could hardly remember that the world had ever been anything but dead.”
— Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch
I found myself looking out over a brackish wreck which was illuminated in a light so lucid, so heartsick and empty,
that I could hardly remember that the world had ever been anything but dead.”
— Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch