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alternative book covers
“The Secret History” by Donna Tartt
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“The Secret History” by Donna Tartt
THE SECRET HISTORY + name meanings
Book Recommendation: The Secret History by Donna Tartt
The Secret History is Donna Tartt’s debut novel published in 1992. Set in New England, the novel tells the story of a closely knit group of six classics students at a small Vermont college who murder a fellow pupil. This mystery is about uncovering the motive for the crime, as the guilty party is revealed in the first chapter.Â
“Come then, and let us pass a leisure hour in storytelling, and our story shall be the education of our heroes.” - Plato
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↳  “beauty is terror.               whatever we call beautiful,                           we quiver before it.
c a m i l l a m a c a u l a y ;
i. the mere sight of her sparked an almost infinite range of fantasy, from greek to gothic, from vulgar to divine.
ii. a girl whose hair smelled like hyacinth and whose scarves fluttered jauntily in the breeze.
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In this swarm of cigarettes and dark sophistication they appeared here and there like figures from an allegory, or long-dead celebrants from some forgotten garden party. Their names were Charles and Camilla Macaulay.
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“ Murder is pollution. The murderer defiles everyone he comes into contact with. And the only way to purify blood is through blood.”
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LITERATURE AESTHETICS — the secret history, donna tartt
“But how glorious to release them in a single burst! To sing, to scream, to dance barefoot in the woods in the dead of night, with no more awareness of mortality than an animal! These are powerful mysteries. The bellowing of bulls. Springs of honey bubbling from the ground. If we are strong enough in our souls we can rip away the veil and look that naked, terrible beauty right in the face; let God consume us, devour us, unstring our bones. Then spit us out reborn.”
there was a brief silence after she had finished; rather to my surprise, henry winked solemnly at her from across the table.
julian smiled. “what a beautiful passage,” he said. “i never tire of it. but how is it that such a ghastly thing, a queen stabbing her husband in his bath, is so lovely to us?”
we think we have many desires, but in fact we have only one. what is it?
… and on the foot of her bed was laid a half-played game of solitaire.
“how can you possibly justify cold-blooded murder?’
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“we don’t like to admit it,“ said julian, "but the idea of losing control is one that fascinates controlled people such as ourselves more than anything. all truly civilized people - the ancients no less than us - have civilized themselves through the willful repression of the old, animal self. are we, in this room, really very different from the greeks and the romans? obsessed with duty, piety, loyalty, sacrifice? all those things which are to modern tastes so chilling?”
Some things are too terrible to grasp at once. Other things—naked, sputtering, indelible in their horror—are too terrible to really grasp ever at all. It is only later, in solitude, in memory that the realization dawns: when the ashes are cold; when the mourners have departed; when one looks around and finds oneself—quite to one’s surprise—in an entirely different world.
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Camilla Macaulay
a bewitching gentle beauty, but ultimately a damaged and flawed person.