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I want to propose this short analysis of The Goldfinch by Donna Tartt. The predominant theme in the book is belonging and loneliness, and Theo experiences them alike, as a consequence to his internalized fixation that “he’s never met anyone who made me feel loved the way she did [his mother]” (pg. 7, Tartt). Many people make their place into his life, each of them being a caricature of his needs. Boris, I believe is critical in Theo’s coping with depression, because he is the only person that is human to him. Unlike other men and women that Theo gets acquainted with, Boris Pavlikovsky is not trying to present himself as a perfected, yet false, image of himself. What emotionally connects these two character throughout the book is that they accept to leave long each other, flaws and qualities, feeling at ease to express their true selves.  

Theo’s adult interactions with Boris, conceal their interdependence as well as their emotional connection. In the parking lot and beyond that moment, the author makes powerful use of pathos to tip off the profundity of their established relationship. Firstly, Boris tries to save Theo from the seemingly inevitable death: “I realized, with cold horror, what Boris had known was going to happen [...]: why he’s wanted me to run for it, or at least try” (pg. 760, Tartt). Theo, uncertain and cautious until then, instinctively shoots Boris’ two attackers, when in a protective state of mind after thinking Boris was shot. But when the adrenaline wears off, he is frozen with shock at the sight of the bloodbath he caused. This is when Boris takes control, and shows the dominance that he has always had in their relationship. A beautiful moment takes place in that terrible situation, where Boris, having discovered a coping system (talking), tries to soothe Theo, who is clearly in shock: ”’Come on’ he said, catching my arm, pulling me up. His voice was level and soothing although he was splattered with blood and I could feel his hands shaking. ‘All over now. You saved us. [...] You did good’” (pg. 763, Tartt).