Francine Prose has a wonderful—and by wonderful I mean articulate and scathing—review of Donna Tartt's The Goldfinch in the January 9th issue of the New York Review of Books, in which she points out that the book's Dickensian aspects are not necessarily Dickens' "originality, his intelligence, his witty and precise descriptions...his cadenced, graceful language..." Perhaps it was this that kept me from feeling fully drawn into the novel—but more likely it was the cringe-worthy inaccuracies…