Lunch Drawing #40: The Goldfinch

Lunch Drawing #38: Goldfinch

In Donna Tartt’s sprawling, Dickensian and luminously realized novel, THE GOLDFINCH, we follow the adventures of Theo Decker who, when we first meet him, loses his mother tragically and has been abandoned by his father. We follow his story from Park Avenue to Vegas to Europe, as well as the one precious object he has–a precious painting of a goldfinch which, in turn, reveals itself to be a dangerous possession with a backstory and narrative of its own.

Tartt’s language has a propulsive and mesmerizing energy that is just a joy to read. This book is why we read novels. I’m only about halfway through it and I don’t ever want it to end. It is gorgeous and vivid, much like the mellifluous, silvery trill of the goldfinch itself.

This is one of the most musical of birds and if you’ve ever heard one, you’ll not ever forget it. This is a European goldfinch, but its American cousin is every bit as lyrical and lovely as this bird.
I also included some more of the women singers who I’ve most loved over the years– and I am still missing some–Patsy Cline, Lorretta Lynn, Lynne Jordan, Grana Louise,and Wanda Jackson come to mind as well as Joan Jett–I guess I’ll have to make a third…

Lunch Drawing #37: City Bird

Lunch Drawing #37: City Bird

Every once in a while, the young woman who works for me will have her ear-buds in and be singing one of her songs. She records under the name, “Czesha,” and she sings a trip-hoppy blend of rap, soul, and surprisingly melodic pop. Think Beyonce-meets-Massive Attack. It’s very danceable and while it is not my usual taste, it’s good and I’ve grown to like it. This kid works hard. She’s a talented visual artist as well and every day at 4:30, she runs off to the recording studio or to her studio and it is a heartening thing to observe. At 25 or 26, it’s all in front of her. Her career will become what she makes of it. It is an exciting time in one’s life.

She brings to mind the music I listen to every day and how much of it is made and sung by women. From Billie Holiday to Neko Case, each voice contains its own aural reliquary of sounds, secrets and stories; and I need all of them. Each of them evoke a different kind of picture out of me. Each of them bathe different words and feelings in light and I realize what a rare instrument the human voice is.

It never fails to astound me how Aretha Franklin can hurl her voice around the planets, or Kelly Hogan can conjure the sweetness of Harold Arlen’s, “Tis Autumn,” or how Annie Lennox, with her wounding, perfect, upper register can will us into feelings we don’t really want to have. The song, “Why” can make me bitch-up at the drop of a hat, or Emmylou Harris’ aching rendering of “Wrecking Ball”…I could go on and on. And when I flesh this out into an article, I will.

This one is for all of the Women who’ve made songs such a holy thing.

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