On The Secret History

Donna Tartt, The Secret History - Does such a thing as 'the fatal flaw,' that showy dark crack running down the middle of a life, exist outside literature? - - Death is the mother of beauty. - - It seemed my whole life was composed of these disjointed fractions of time, hanging around in one public place and then another, as if I were waiting for trains that never came. - - Whenever I read about murders in the news I am struck by the dogged, almost touching assurance with which interstate stranglers, needle-happy pediatricians, the depraved and guilty of...