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I'm reading "The Little Friend", Tartt's second novel, and I'm currently some 80-90 pages into it. And I now regret reading so much about Tartt, the person. I enjoyed the interviews immensely, but I did not need to know she was drugged half her childhood and lay staring at objects the likes of chairs and wallpapers for hours on end, fascinated. She loved "Treasure Island" and a couple of other books, I've forgotten which ones, and so does Hariet. And it irks me. Knowing what she loved and did as a child irks me, for it renders me incapable of seeing the characters as characters, and not pieces of the author's childhood.

I respect and acknowledge the fact that authors draw upon experiences and persons they've met or are acquinted with, but I've no need to see those things for what they are when I read. Or think I see them. It annihilates the magic. Not that I'm mesmerised yet, though I hope I'm getting there. I don't want to be disappointed by Tartt, not after TSH.

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I'm reading "The Little Friend", Tartt's second novel, and I'm currently some 80-90 pages into it. And I now regret reading so much about Tartt, the person. I enjoyed the interviews immensely, but I did not need to know she was drugged half her childhood and lay staring at objects the likes of chairs and wallpapers for hours on end, fascinated. She loved "Treasure Island" and a couple of other books, I've forgotten which ones, and so does Hariet. And it irks me. Knowing what she loved and did as a child irks me, for it renders me incapable of seeing the characters as characters, and not pieces of the author's childhood.

I respect and acknowledge the fact that authors draw upon experiences and persons they've met or are acquinted with, but I've no need to see those things for what they are when I read. Or think I see them. It annihilates the magic. Not that I'm mesmerised yet, though I hope I'm getting there. I don't want to be disappointed by Tartt, not after TSH.

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Darlings, don't ask me to write you something for christmas. At the very least, don't ask me for something new. And not for something in Norwegian, I've lost all sense of the language. I need to read Norwegian again.

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Darlings, don't ask me to write you something for christmas. At the very least, don't ask me for something new. And not for something in Norwegian, I've lost all sense of the language. I need to read Norwegian again.