Probably the best Paul Auster book I’ve ever
read, despite the fact that public and critics don’t seem to agree with me.
I don’t quite know why I liked it so much.
Maybe because I secretly envy the main character, who initially refuses to keep
on living the life of the promising gifted student, or maybe because I have an
idealized view of Brooklyn and how cool the lives of young locals are, in spite
of all their problems. It’s not one of the most introspective of Auster’s novels,
but maybe because of that it flows particularly smoothly.
Bottom line is: I wouldn’t go as far as saying
that it’s one of my favourite books of all time (though maybe it is), but
surely it’s one of the ones I have enjoyed the most.
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