sometimes i feel like richard papen when he got shot and no one noticed/cared
I feel like this is actually a point of clarity. The fog clears. For so much of the novel, Richard projects onto the group. He imbues them with warmth, mystery, loyalty, almost aristocratic elegance. The shooting, and the aftermath, is one of those moments where the performance breaks down. We are forced to confront the possibility that the relationships existed more vividly in his imagination than in reality.
Even the way in which he is shot tells the audience much about his role among the group. Charles, intoxicated, and convinced Henry is planning to kill him, confronts Henry at the hotel with a gun. Francis provokes him by throwing some wine at him, Henry lunges at him. In the chaos, Charles shoots, and the bullet strikes Richard in the abdomen. Richard has spent the novel narrating himself into the heart of this beautiful, tragic circle, but when tragedy finally reaches its climax, he's reminded—by a bullet—that he occupies a different position than he imagined. Richard's narration often gives him an almost mythic importance. We experience the entire novel through his consciousness, so it's easy to unconsciously elevate him to the center of events.
But the events themselves keep undercutting that idea.
The bacchanal happened before he arrived.
Bunny's murder is planned primarily by the others.
The group's oldest relationships predate him.
The final confrontation isn't about him.
Even his shooting isn't because someone chooses to shoot Richard. And that's one of Tartt's cleverest structural decisions. Richard feels central because he controls the narration, but he is often peripheral in the lives of the people he's describing. The gap between those two things is where much of his tragedy—and his characterization—resides












