A great read for those who love to explore the human psyche
Richard Papen grew up in Plano, CA; a small silicon village in the north. An only child, he was extremely unhappy there¿his father ran a gas station, and his mother had to join the work force to make ends meet. After high school, Richard went to a small college in his hometown¿against his parents wishes¿and studied ancient Greek on his way to a pre-med curriculum.
He excelled in Greek, not so in biology and science classes. One night during a long Thanksgiving Holiday, he finds in his room a brochure from Hampden College, Hampden, Vermont, established in 1895.
For the hell of it he applies and is accepted after getting a huge package of financial aid.
So he gets on a bus and arrives in Vermont.
As he tries to pursue his Greek studies, he encountered a roadblock¿the Greek professor: Julian Morrow, who only takes a few students.
He out of curiosity decided to find and study these particular students. Two of the boys wore glasses, curiously enough the same kind: tiny, old fashioned, with round steel rims. The larger of the two, well over six feet, was dark haired, wore English suits and carried an umbrella¿unusual for Hampden¿his name was Henry Winter. The smaller of the two, was a sloppy blond boy, rosy cheeked and gum chewing. He was Bunny Corcoran¿short for Edmund¿and he wore the same jacket everyday and had a voice that was loud and honking.
The third boy was the most exotic of them all. Angular and elegant, precariously thin, with nervous hands and a shrewd albino face with a short fiery mop reddish hair. Francis Abernathy was his name.
The last two turned to be twins¿they looked much alike, with heavy dark blond hair and epicene faces as clear, as cheerful and grave, as a couple of Flemish Angels. Their names were Charles and Camilla Macaulay.
Richard, overhearing an assignment by the group in the library, is able to solve a Greek problem, so he is invited to join the group.
As it turns out, Julian Morrow is, like Aristotle, a complete education teacher. Richard is forced to quit all his classes, except French and Julian will teach him all of his curriculum for the year.
The book is short on plot¿as a matter of fact, the plot is given away in the two page introduction. The group kills Bunny Corcoran.
But what it lacks in plot, is overwhelmed by character development. Donna Tartt is able to get inside these people¿s heads to a point where we feel we are there with them. We know what they do, what they think, why they drink; what they like and dislike about each one of them¿and how they interact as a group, which will explain why they did what they did.
These are confessions, years afterwards of a young man who found at a small Vermont college the life of privilege and intellect he¿d long coveted¿and rarely has the glorious experience of youth infatuated with knowledge and with itself so achingly realized.
Hugely ambitious and compulsive readable, this is a chronicle of deception and complicity, of Dionysian abandon, of innocence corrupted by self love and moral arrogance; and finally this is a story of guilt and responsibility.
A great read for those who love to explore the human psyche.
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