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All the characters in ‘The Secret History’ were interesting and had many layers, though none of them were made to be likeable. I enjoyed reading about them as they had a lifestyle and way of thinking so incredible different to my own. All the characters were so fucked up but it made the book even better and it was written so well that I often found myself sympathising with them. I had a particular fondness for the character Francis as I thought he was the most relatable and probably the most sane one out of all of them. Anxious, gay, dramatic, red-head, that’s literally the key pillars that hold up my personality. Also he’s iconic with one-liners like “If you drank as much as he does, I daresay I would’ve been to bed with you, too.” Iconic behaviour.
On a more serious topic Tartt’s writing is absolutely phenomenal. She manages to describe even the most mundane things as beautiful. Her writing genuinely makes me forget that this is not a classic and I’m always floored when she mentions something modern as her writing makes me believe this was made in the 1800s. Even thought he book was long and there was a lot of fluff I didn’t find myself getting bored at a single point, which is surprising for a book as long as this one.
Overall, The Secret History is a great book and I would highly recommend (thought I’d be more inclined to recommend it to a ‘bookworm’, as if you were someone who was only just trying to get into reading I could understand how you could become board). The Secret History is a must read and I’m looking forward to read more of Donna Tartt’s work if it’s anything like this.
Graphic: Addiction, Alcoholism, Drug use, Suicide, Suicide attempt, Murder, Alcohol
Moderate: Animal death, Homophobia, Xenophobia
Graphic: Addiction, Alcoholism, Bullying, Cursing, Death, Drug abuse, Drug use, Gore, Mental illness, Panic attacks/disorders, Suicide, Toxic relationship, Violence, Blood, Vomit, Medical content, Suicide attempt, Murder, Toxic friendship, Alcohol, Injury/Injury detail
Moderate: Animal cruelty, Animal death, Death, Domestic abuse, Emotional abuse, Gun violence, Incest, Misogyny, Physical abuse, Self harm, Sexism, Sexual content, Grief, Injury/Injury detail, Classism
Minor: Biphobia, Eating disorder, Homophobia, Infidelity, Suicidal thoughts, Antisemitism, Religious bigotry, Car accident, Death of parent, Outing, Gaslighting, Abandonment
Graphic: Alcoholism, Death, Drug use, Homophobia, Incest, Racial slurs, Violence, Toxic friendship, Classism
Graphic: Addiction, Alcoholism, Drug use, Suicide, Murder, Classism
Moderate: Bullying, Death, Emotional abuse, Homophobia, Incest, Infidelity, Mental illness, Panic attacks/disorders, Self harm, Violence, Islamophobia, Kidnapping, Grief, Medical trauma, Gaslighting, Toxic friendship, Injury/Injury detail
The characters are so unlikeable and the pace at times painfully slow. The second half of the book in particular is a slog and longer than necessary. The ending is unsatisfying.
Lots of unchallenged bigotry. To be expected with a book from the 90s with an elitist setting. It's just not enjoyable for me.
Audiobook: Didn't love the author's narration.
Moderate: Alcoholism, Drug abuse, Gun violence, Homophobia, Racial slurs, Racism, Suicide, Violence, Suicide attempt, Murder, Classism
Minor: Ableism, Animal death, Eating disorder, Incest, Physical abuse, Rape, Sexism, Antisemitism
These people are like mannequins dressed in philosophical monologues. Richard is the literary equivalent of beige paint—he watches, he narrates, he adds nothing. Camilla is a sentient soft-focus lens, described with all the emotional depth of a perfume ad. And Henry? If a thesaurus grew legs and developed a god complex, it’d be him. They all orbit each other in a haze of cigarettes and classical illusions, but their actual relationships feel manufactured and hollow. Bunny’s the only one with a discernible pulse, and even that’s mostly beer and bad opinions. They’re distinctive, yes. Believable, no. And likable? Absolutely not.
Here’s where Tartt earns her keep. Hampden College is peak aesthetic: gothic academia with a side of existential dread. The snow falls like a blanket of secrets, the buildings loom with silent menace, and the setting does all the heavy lifting. If I rated this book on vibe alone, it’d be a masterpiece. Unfortunately, atmosphere is the wine-dark sea that hides the fact the ship is full of holes.
Tartt’s prose straddles the line between hauntingly lyrical and embarrassingly overwritten. It’s like she wants to make sure you know she’s read everything from Plato to Poe, and by god, you’re going to hear about it. The cadence is lovely, the vocabulary rich, but after a while, it feels like being cornered at a party by someone reciting Yeats for attention. Occasionally brilliant, but too often self-indulgent.
This book starts with a murder and then takes forever to do anything interesting with it. There’s no escalation, just endless conversations about Greek philosophy, wool sweaters, and moral decay. By the time something actually happens, I had to remind myself why I was supposed to care. It tries to be a tragedy in the classical sense, but without the momentum, stakes, or emotional investment to earn it. If I wanted to watch pretentious people sulk for hours, I’d go to a film studies mixer.
I was curious—for about the first hundred pages. Then the intrigue gave way to inertia. I kept waiting for that promised spiral into madness, but instead got a slow-motion collapse padded with grandiloquent fluff. It dangles questions—Why did they do it? Will they get caught?—but doesn’t seem too interested in answering them, just in watching everyone drink scotch and quote Aeschylus.
The characters’ decisions barely track with human behavior, unless you assume everyone involved has a mild psychosis and a dictionary addiction. The “friendship” dynamic makes no sense: why is Richard even in this group, other than to narrate it? Why do any of them stay loyal to each other? The logic of the world is a hot mess—no professors, no consequences, no one notices a kid is missing for days. The book wants to be mythic, but the relationships are cardboard cutouts dressed in tragic drag.
Look, I wanted to love it. I wanted to sink into the vibe, clutch a teacup, and whisper “how profound” into the night. But once you peel away the atmospheric lacquer, you’re left with a story that’s slow, self-important, and emotionally cold. It has its moments—lines that cut, images that linger—but it’s buried under the weight of its own ego. I finished it because I was already too deep in to quit. Not because I cared. Not because it was fun. Because I was hoping it would become the book it thinks it is. Spoiler: it doesn’t.
Graphic: Alcoholism, Drug abuse, Emotional abuse, Murder, Toxic friendship
Moderate: Gun violence, Incest, Mental illness, Physical abuse, Sexism, Suicidal thoughts, Violence, Blood, Grief, Alcohol, Classism
Minor: Cursing, Death, Infidelity, Misogyny, Panic attacks/disorders, Sexual content, Vomit, Death of parent
Graphic: Alcoholism, Drug abuse, Drug use, Incest, Physical abuse, Murder
rich people are crazy lol
Graphic: Addiction, Alcoholism
Moderate: Incest
Each character of the main cast had distinct characteristics but background characters felt blurred together sometimes.
Graphic: Addiction, Alcoholism, Death, Suicide, Violence, Suicide attempt, Murder, Toxic friendship
Moderate: Domestic abuse, Incest, Forced institutionalization
Graphic: Addiction, Alcoholism, Death, Drug use, Homophobia, Blood, Medical content, Suicide attempt, Murder, Alcohol, Injury/Injury detail
Moderate: Gun violence, Mental illness, Misogyny, Physical abuse, Racial slurs, Medical content, Religious bigotry
Minor: Cursing, Toxic friendship, Classism