I hope this never gets made into a film. I have reread this more than a dozen times and in my mind it’s perfection. It must not ever get into greedy Hollywood hands.
@@An-Interesting-Name I have learned to enjoy both but it‘s not the same. I always carry a Moleskin for notes and sketches and I capture magical impressions from books in them. So I never forget the images I first had. It works.
I love the fact that despite the awesome writing and narration, the author must be constitutionally incapable of faking a Yankee accent; cheers to the immutability of her Southern soul voice! That's authentic writing and delivery, even if not geo-linguistically spot-on.
From a fellow Mississippi writer, I absolutely adore that she let's her native accent shine through! What a lovely voice. 💜 As soon as I heard her speak for the first time, I knew where she was from.
23:52 She gazed at me with vacant, drunken composure, standing coltlike on the outer edge of her black-stockinged foot so the ankle was twisted inward in a startling, effortless L. Her hand was in mine. I squeezed it hard. Clouds were racing across the moon. 'Come on,' I said. She raised up on tiptoe and gave me a cool, soft kiss that tasted of Popsicles. Oh, you, I thought, my heart beating fast and shallow. Suddenly, she broke away. 'I've got to go,' she said. 'No. Please don't.' 'I've got to. They'll wonder where I am.' She gave me a quick kiss, then turned and started down the street. I watched her until she reached the corner, then dug my hands in my pockets and started back home. I woke the next day with a start, to chill sunlight and the thump of a stereo down the hall. It was late, noon, afternoon maybe; I reached for my watch on the night table and started again, more violently this time. It was a quarter of three. I jumped out of bed and began to dress, in great haste, without bothering to shave or even comb my hair. Pulling on my jacket in the hall, I saw Judy Poovey walking briskly towards me. She was all dressed up, for Judy, and she had her head to the side attempting to fasten an earring. 'You coming?' she said when she saw me. 'Coming where?' I said, puzzled, my hand still on the doorknob. 'What is it with you? Do you live on Mars or what?' I stared at her. 'The party,' she said impatiently. 'Swing into Spring. Up behind Jennings. It started an hour ago.' The edges of her nostrils were inflamed and rabbity, and she reached up to wipe her nose with a red-taloned hand. 'Let me guess what you've been doing,' I said. She laughed. 'I have lots more. Jack Teitelbaum drove to New York last weekend and came back with a ton. And Laura Stora has Ecstasy, and that creepy guy in Durbinstall basement - you know, the chemistry major -just cooked up a big batch of meth. You're trying to tell me you didn't know about this?' 'No.' 'Swing into Spring is a big deal. Everybody's been getting ready for months. Too bad they didn't have it yesterday, though, the weather was so great. Did you go to lunch?' She meant had I been outside yet that day. 'No,' I said. 'Well, I mean, the weather's okay, but it's a little cold. I walked outside and went, like, oh shit. Anyway. You coming?' I looked at her blankly. I'd run out of my room without the slightest idea where I was going. 'I need to get something to eat,' I said at last. 'That's a good idea. Last year I went and I didn't eat anything before and I smoked pot and drank, like, thirty martinis. I was all right and everything but then I went to Fun O'Rama. Remember? That carnival they had - well, I guess you weren't here then. Anyway. Big mistake. I'd been drinking all day and I had a sunburn and I was with Jack Teitelbaum and all those guys. I wasn't going to go, you know, on a ride and then I thought, okay. The Ferris wheel. I can go on the Ferris wheel no problem-‘ I listened politely to the rest of her story which ended, as I knew it would, with Judy being pyrotechnically ill behind a hot-dog stand. 'So this year, I was like, no way. Stick with coke. Pause that refreshes. By the way, you ought to get that friend of yours you know, what's his name - Bunny, and make him come with you. He's in the library.' 'What?' I said, suddenly all ears. 'Yeah. Drag him out. Make him do some bong hits or something.' 'He's in the library?' 'Yeah. I saw him through the window of the reading room a little while ago. Doesn't he have a car?' Well, I was thinking, maybe he could drive us. Long walk to Jennings. Or I don't know, maybe it's just me. I swear, I'm so out of shape, I have to start doing Jane Fonda again.' By now it was three. I locked the door and walked to the library, nervously jangling my key in my pocket. It was a strange, still, oppressive day. The campus seemed deserted - everyone was at the party, I supposed - and the green lawn, the gaudy tulips, were hushed and expectant beneath the overcast sky. Somewhere a shutter creaked. Above my head, in the wicked black claws of an elm, a marooned kite rattled convulsively, then was still. This is Kansas, I thought. This is Kansas before the cyclone hits. The library was like a tomb, illumined from within by a chill fluorescent light that, by contrast, made the afternoon seem colder and grayer than it was. The windows of the reading room were bright and blank; bookshelves, empty carrels, not a soul. The librarian - a despicable woman named Peggy - was behind the desk reading a copy of Woman's Day, and didn't look up. The Xerox machine hummed quietly in the corner. I climbed the stairs to the second floor and went around behind the foreign language section to the reading room. It was empty, just as I'd thought, but at one of the tables near the front there was an eloquent little nest of books, wadded paper, and greasy potato chip bags. I went over for a closer look. It had the air of fairly recent abandonment; there was a can of grape soda, three-quarters drunk, still sweating and cool to the touch. For a moment I wondered what to do - perhaps he'd only gone to the bathroom, perhaps he'd be back any second - and I was about to leave when I saw the note. Lying on top of a volume of the World Book Encyclopedia, a grubby piece of lined paper was folded in half, with 'Marion' written on the outer edge in Bunny's tiny, crabbed hand. I opened it and read it quickly: old Gal Bored stiff. Walked down to the party to get a brewski. See ya later. I refolded the note and sat down hard on the arm of Bunny's chair. Bunny went on his walks, when he went, around one in the afternoon. It was now three. He was at the Jennings party. They'd missed him. I went down the back steps and out the basement door, then over to Commons - its red brick…
To have been a contemporary of Tartt must've made one insecure in the most invigorating way. Listening to this makes my eyes wish to scan and my fingers wish to grip a pen, furiously.
I'm sorry but Charles talking about how Bunny's family is greedy and shallow just goes to show how unaware he is that he indeed is also part of that same sub of people. Someone is projecting.
I was thinking the same thing. Like the way they are painted aren't too flattering but this dude murdered two people and thinks of getting away with it like the ultimate test of his intelligence.
I know right? I'm not sure if it's really the voice but certain characters have me ping-ponging between thinking this takes place a century ago and like a decade or two ago.
I think it’s intentional. The students’ clothing, their tea-drinking, references to both Ray Milland, who was acting in films in the 30s and 40s, and also the Vietnam War…. I feel that the author is deliberately making it hard to pin down
She kisst him on the cheek and they say good night and she goes inside to Henry and the others. Sorry for my Bad writing 😅 i hope i got this right i read the Book a year ago. ♥️✨🍂☕️📚🍁💫♥️
4:37:21 This is such American behaviour - it’s almost painful, like the westcoasters you meet at a cocktail party who tell you that you “should come over some time, we could do dinner or something” after exchanging a few pleasantries - fully aware, that you’re very unlikely to ever meet again and without meaning a word of it. I was known as “rude” for politely calling it out wherever I went. It gave me a sense of superiority that immediately washes over me now the moment I step off a plane at LAX.
Well, because you've taken offense at something a character in a story says. Clearly not the author's personal beliefs, but a character. I've noticed that the generation younger than mine, many of them no longer understand the concept of context. Or, I should say, they don't value the concept. I have to assume most could UNDERSTAND it if they chose. But never giving offense in any way seems to be more important, to many people below thirty or so.
@Gabas Elamin thank you very much!! i hadnt finished yet so i just wanted to know how long this book lasts, avoiding spoilers. but as you said, this channel uploaded two other parts recently!
What bunny did was not okay but did he really deserve to die? I kind of like bunny, was he weird and annoying. Yes but he was human and didn’t deserve to die.
francis being in a suit while they're trying to carry out a murder is just so funny to me
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Enjoying this very much. Donna is as great a narrator as she is a writer.
her voice is perfect
I hope this never gets made into a film. I have reread this more than a dozen times and in my mind it’s perfection. It must not ever get into greedy Hollywood hands.
@@MFTH-cam683 same. Films tend to ruin books. Like Miss peregrine's home for peculiar children was such a good book but the movie pained me.
@@An-Interesting-Name I have learned to enjoy both but it‘s not the same. I always carry a Moleskin for notes and sketches and I capture magical impressions from books in them. So I never forget the images I first had. It works.
Wait, what? This is Donna Tartt? Omg
I love the fact that despite the awesome writing and narration, the author must be constitutionally incapable of faking a Yankee accent; cheers to the immutability of her Southern soul voice! That's authentic writing and delivery, even if not geo-linguistically spot-on.
From a fellow Mississippi writer, I absolutely adore that she let's her native accent shine through! What a lovely voice. 💜 As soon as I heard her speak for the first time, I knew where she was from.
23:52
She gazed at me with vacant, drunken composure, standing coltlike on the outer edge of her black-stockinged foot so the ankle was twisted inward in a startling, effortless L.
Her hand was in mine. I squeezed it hard. Clouds were racing across the moon.
'Come on,' I said.
She raised up on tiptoe and gave me a cool, soft kiss that tasted of Popsicles. Oh, you, I thought, my heart beating fast and shallow.
Suddenly, she broke away. 'I've got to go,' she said. 'No. Please don't.'
'I've got to. They'll wonder where I am.'
She gave me a quick kiss, then turned and started down the street. I watched her until she reached the corner, then dug my hands in my pockets and started back home.
I woke the next day with a start, to chill sunlight and the thump of a stereo down the hall. It was late, noon, afternoon maybe; I reached for my watch on the night table and started again, more violently this time. It was a quarter of three. I jumped out of bed and began to dress, in great haste, without bothering to shave or even comb my hair.
Pulling on my jacket in the hall, I saw Judy Poovey walking briskly towards me. She was all dressed up, for Judy, and she had her head to the side attempting to fasten an earring.
'You coming?' she said when she saw me.
'Coming where?' I said, puzzled, my hand still on the doorknob. 'What is it with you? Do you live on Mars or what?'
I stared at her.
'The party,' she said impatiently. 'Swing into Spring. Up behind Jennings. It started an hour ago.'
The edges of her nostrils were inflamed and rabbity, and she reached up to wipe her nose with a red-taloned hand.
'Let me guess what you've been doing,' I said.
She laughed. 'I have lots more. Jack Teitelbaum drove to New York last weekend and came back with a ton. And Laura Stora has Ecstasy, and that creepy guy in Durbinstall basement - you know, the chemistry major -just cooked up a big batch of meth.
You're trying to tell me you didn't know about this?'
'No.'
'Swing into Spring is a big deal. Everybody's been getting ready for months. Too bad they didn't have it yesterday, though, the weather was so great. Did you go to lunch?'
She meant had I been outside yet that day. 'No,' I said.
'Well, I mean, the weather's okay, but it's a little cold. I walked outside and went, like, oh shit. Anyway. You coming?'
I looked at her blankly. I'd run out of my room without the slightest idea where I was going. 'I need to get something to eat,'
I said at last.
'That's a good idea. Last year I went and I didn't eat anything before and I smoked pot and drank, like, thirty martinis. I was all right and everything but then I went to Fun O'Rama. Remember?
That carnival they had - well, I guess you weren't here then.
Anyway. Big mistake. I'd been drinking all day and I had a sunburn and I was with Jack Teitelbaum and all those guys.
I wasn't going to go, you know, on a ride and then I thought, okay. The Ferris wheel. I can go on the Ferris wheel no problem-‘ I listened politely to the rest of her story which ended, as I knew it would, with Judy being pyrotechnically ill behind a hot-dog stand.
'So this year, I was like, no way. Stick with coke. Pause that refreshes. By the way, you ought to get that friend of yours you know, what's his name - Bunny, and make him come with you. He's in the library.'
'What?' I said, suddenly all ears.
'Yeah. Drag him out. Make him do some bong hits or something.' 'He's in the library?'
'Yeah. I saw him through the window of the reading room a little while ago. Doesn't he have a car?'
Well, I was thinking, maybe he could drive us. Long walk to Jennings. Or I don't know, maybe it's just me. I swear, I'm so out of shape, I have to start doing Jane Fonda again.'
By now it was three. I locked the door and walked to the library, nervously jangling my key in my pocket.
It was a strange, still, oppressive day. The campus seemed deserted - everyone was at the party, I supposed - and the green lawn, the gaudy tulips, were hushed and expectant beneath the overcast sky. Somewhere a shutter creaked. Above my head, in the wicked black claws of an elm, a marooned kite rattled convulsively, then was still. This is Kansas, I thought. This is Kansas before the cyclone hits.
The library was like a tomb, illumined from within by a chill fluorescent light that, by contrast, made the afternoon seem colder and grayer than it was. The windows of the reading room were bright and blank; bookshelves, empty carrels, not a soul.
The librarian - a despicable woman named Peggy - was behind the desk reading a copy of Woman's Day, and didn't look up. The Xerox machine hummed quietly in the corner. I climbed the stairs to the second floor and went around behind the foreign language section to the reading room. It was empty, just as I'd thought, but at one of the tables near the front there was an eloquent little nest of books, wadded paper, and greasy potato chip bags.
I went over for a closer look. It had the air of fairly recent abandonment; there was a can of grape soda, three-quarters drunk, still sweating and cool to the touch. For a moment I wondered what to do - perhaps he'd only gone to the bathroom, perhaps he'd be back any second - and I was about to leave when I saw the note.
Lying on top of a volume of the World Book Encyclopedia, a grubby piece of lined paper was folded in half, with 'Marion' written on the outer edge in Bunny's tiny, crabbed hand. I opened it and read it quickly: old Gal Bored stiff. Walked down to the party to get a brewski. See ya later.
I refolded the note and sat down hard on the arm of Bunny's chair. Bunny went on his walks, when he went, around one in the afternoon. It was now three. He was at the Jennings party.
They'd missed him.
I went down the back steps and out the basement door, then over to Commons - its red brick…
Thanks so much! I hate missing any part of this book.
thank you for your service
Thanks would not understand the story without knowing this
Bless you
Thank you very much❤
Cloke being an absolute menace during the investigation is one of my favorite pieces of the plot
Francis in a “slight-suit” while they in da woods waitin to kill Bunny got me hollerin yo nahh 😂😂😂
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I never found myself smiling at any of the 'funny' moments in this book. Not even after all these years. The tension is always 'on'
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TYSM for these videossssss, this is the only free audiobook version of The Secret History I could find online
the only one i have ever seen. bennington library aside...
libby has it :)
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Many many thanks for posting!!!! I am thoroughly enjoying this wonderful author’s reading of this enthralling book!!!
WOW, What award category should be created. Faulkner would have loved this 4-dimensional experience. Please continue Ms Tartt. You are a beacon.
you give the world a gift with this
Poor Francis, his scarf was ruined 😞😢
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Thanks you’re a life saver
To have been a contemporary of Tartt must've made one insecure in the most invigorating way. Listening to this makes my eyes wish to scan and my fingers wish to grip a pen, furiously.
I'm sorry but Charles talking about how Bunny's family is greedy and shallow just goes to show how unaware he is that he indeed is also part of that same sub of people. Someone is projecting.
I was thinking the same thing. Like the way they are painted aren't too flattering but this dude murdered two people and thinks of getting away with it like the ultimate test of his intelligence.
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You're a life saver for this
Her voice, while entertaining, makes me feel like this story takes place in the 20s rather than the 80s or 90s😂😂
I know right? I'm not sure if it's really the voice but certain characters have me ping-ponging between thinking this takes place a century ago and like a decade or two ago.
I think it’s intentional. The students’ clothing, their tea-drinking, references to both Ray Milland, who was acting in films in the 30s and 40s, and also the Vietnam War…. I feel that the author is deliberately making it hard to pin down
I love how she separates “wat-er” into syllables. I also love her laugh. I just adore her.
She also says fored for forehead and whistles when she pronounces “wh” She has a very unique voice.
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I love Vernon's voice
I don't know if I should like them, be afraid of them or hate them
All three
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3:31:07 - 3:31:27 shouldn’t have laughed as hard at this as I did 😅 I hope they adapt this book just so I can see this scene in live-action
"to my astonishment, he punched me in the face". Lmao
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1:33:12 Nihil sub sole novum, “Any action, in the fullness of time, sinks to nothingness”.
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I know this is based in Northern Vermont, but I can't help imagine the book taking place at my old college, Green Mountain.
rip green mountain college
For anyone wondering, the $50,000 reward would be roughly $145,000 today in the year 2025.
Donna is a genius 👏👏👏
2:05:30 "I don’t know where you get all these dostoyevsky sorts of ideas" he's so funny
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Idk why I love this bit. Just marking it for later.
What a way to spend autumn nights
The reference to the lyrics of 'Sugar Magnolia' as the secret password was much appreciated....
would you mind telling me which passage references this:)?
I wouldn't mind, but I can't remember....
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What are the odd cuts that happen? One happens very early in the video. After Richard meet carmilla after the party
I kno.
Bummer.
She kisst him on the cheek and they say good night and she goes inside to Henry and the others. Sorry for my Bad writing 😅 i hope i got this right i read the Book a year ago. ♥️✨🍂☕️📚🍁💫♥️
The first one cut to pg 265
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Bunny really doesn’t know how to read a room 😭
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4:37:21 This is such American behaviour - it’s almost painful, like the westcoasters you meet at a cocktail party who tell you that you “should come over some time, we could do dinner or something” after exchanging a few pleasantries - fully aware, that you’re very unlikely to ever meet again and without meaning a word of it. I was known as “rude” for politely calling it out wherever I went. It gave me a sense of superiority that immediately washes over me now the moment I step off a plane at LAX.
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Thought so, can't find the page though
Page 294 if you've got the white and orange Penguin edition :)
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4:14:09 was it really necessary for her to put that in the book bro (along with all the other slurs but i couldnt find them)
the character is racist so it makes sense for him to use the slur
@@Lea-bi8np she could have just said he was saying racial slurs
How old are you? Not coming at you, just curious.
@@advancedraymondology2914 why do you ask
Well, because you've taken offense at something a character in a story says. Clearly not the author's personal beliefs, but a character. I've noticed that the generation younger than mine, many of them no longer understand the concept of context.
Or, I should say, they don't value the concept. I have to assume most could UNDERSTAND it if they chose. But never giving offense in any way seems to be more important, to many people below thirty or so.
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@Gabas Elamin thank you very much!! i hadnt finished yet so i just wanted to know how long this book lasts, avoiding spoilers. but as you said, this channel uploaded two other parts recently!
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What bunny did was not okay but did he really deserve to die? I kind of like bunny, was he weird and annoying. Yes but he was human and didn’t deserve to die.
His personality change was akin to psychological torture imo. You can only do that to people for so long before they snap
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