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<\/a>The snow in the mountains was melting and Bunny had been dead for several weeks before we came to understand the gravity of our situation. He\u2019d been dead for ten days before they found him, you know. It was one of the biggest manhunts in Vermont history\u2026<\/em><\/p>\nIsn\u2019t this a great beginning? Hooked in, straight away. Who\u2019s Bunny? What\u2019s the deal with melting snow? Who are the \u2018we\u2019? For that matter, who is the \u2018I\u2019 who is so casually telling us about a death and a manhunt and the melting snow?<\/p>\n
The Secret History<\/em> by Donna Tartt was our most recent Book Group novel. It was long (at 629 pages of small print, very long) but most of us finished it, and some of us whipped through the pages despite the length. This includes me, and I\u2019m one who really loves a short book. I read it when it first came out, though \u2018devoured\u2019 is probably a better word. I hadn\u2019t read anything like it before; it was one of those rare beasts, a literary page-turner. I read with a little more attention this time, not quite so beguiled \u2013 and even a little picky \u2013 but not once did I struggle to keep going. I\u2019d say it held up well.<\/p>\n The narrator is a young man called Richard Papen, yet another brilliant misfit way out of his league and trying to fit in. The book group could all refer back to the narrator in one of our previous books \u2013 the damaged Enderby \u2013 but Richard is a much more successful imposter. One of the group members recalled Patricia Highsmith\u2019s Ripley. I thought of Gatsby.<\/p>\n Fleeing an unsatisfactory future in sunny California, Richard applies for a place at Hampden, a small New England university –\u00a0 and to his surprise, he\u2019s accepted. He wants to register for the Greek (ancient, that is) class but the brilliant, charming and unconventional Classics professor, Julian Morrow, accepts only a select few acolytes and keeps apart from the rest of the language and literature department. Which intrigues Richard. As do Henry, Bunny, Charles and Camilla (twins) and Francis, Julian\u2019s chosen ones. They\u2019re all rich and well-connected. The elite. When finally he\u2019s accepted into the class, he invents a new background (money, glamorous lifestyle, private schools) and despite his deepening friendship with the five, he never drops the deception.<\/p>\n I loved the way Tartt evokes young adult college life, with its mix of intense friendships, intellectual and philosophical and spiritual discovery allied with drugs and alcohol and freedom. Made me remember my art school days! Though thankfully we never killed anyone on one of our rampages though the inner suburbs. With Julian as their guide they attempt to immerse themselves in Greek language and philosophy and thought. It’s an ancient mindset where the rational was in an uneasy balance with the irrational, the inspired, the frenzied… and the mad.<\/p>\n There is \u2013 Tartt makes it clear from the first pages \u2013 a murder, but it\u2019s not really so much a \u2018who done it\u2019 as a why done it and what comes after it\u2019s done. The big themes and questions of life – morality, responsibility and guilt, truth and beauty, good and evil –\u00a0 swirl around in contrast to Richard’s everyday life. When he’s not with the group, he’s working, scoring drugs and information from his fellow Californian Judy, living in student digs. There are a few remarkable set-pieces.\u00a0 The freezing winter in the hippie\u2019s attic is gruelling to read. I thought the languid days at Francis’ country house where Richard becomes increasingly infatuated with the group and in particular, Camilla evoked Brideshead Revisited<\/em>. The closely observed, nightmarish trip to stay with Bunny\u2019s hilariously hideous and tragic WASP family for his funeral stood out. It could almost have been part of another, different, non-campus novel – one without a murder in it, perhaps by Ann Patchett.<\/p>\n Our book group agreed that The Secret History<\/em> could have done with an edit. One member thought the smallness of the Hampden College – at 500 students – was unrealistic. I felt that Bunny was too much of a lazy clod to learn ancient Greek. Another member pointed out that if they had only sensibly reported the death as an accident, they would all have been off the hook. But then there would have been no story.<\/p>\n My haul at the Friends of Castlemaine Library book sale on the weekend was mainly gardening books, but I threw in a battered and much pencilled student edition of Euripides The<\/em> Bacchae<\/em>. Good lord, it\u2019s horrific! Agaue was foaming at the mouth; her rolling eyes The snow in the mountains was melting and Bunny had been dead for several weeks before we came to understand the gravity of our situation. He\u2019d been dead for ten days before they found him, you know. It was … Continue reading <\/a><\/p>\n
\nAs priestess leading the Dionysian rites, Agaue kills her own son, Pentheus, despite his pleas to her.<\/p>\n
\nWere wild; she was not in her right mind, but possessed
\n<\/em>By Bacchus, and she paid no heed to him, She grasped
\n<\/em>His left arm between wrist and elbow, set her foot
\nAgainst his ribs, and tore his arm off by the shoulder.
\n<\/em>It was no strength of hers that did it, but the god
\n<\/em>Filled her, and made it easy. On the other side
\n<\/em>Ino was at him, tearing at his flesh; and now
\n<\/em>Autonoe joined them, and the whole maniacal horde.
\nA single and continuous yell arose \u2013 Pentheus
\n<\/em>Shrieking as long as life was in him, the women
\n<\/em>Howling in triumph. One of them carried off an arm,
\n<\/em>Another a foot, the boot still laced on it. The ribs
\n<\/em>Were stripped, clawed clean; and women\u2019s hands, thick red with blood,
\n<\/em>Were tossing, catching, like a plaything, Pentheus\u2019 flesh.<\/em><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"