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Sunday, 15 March 2009


I was wondering what I could tell you without spoiling the pleasure of discovering more of Paul Auster by yourself.
All I can tell is that you are just in the middle of the typical Paul Auster process, so no worries. You should also expect more questions and less answers. And one last thing, Auster not only writes novels but he includes in his texts a lot of thoughts about the writing process, the function of a writer, the relationships between a writer and the readers. This is an important and quite original feature in his work according to me (and most of his readers).
Personnally, that's what I found particularly interesting in Northanger Abbey too, given that Jane Austen too had her say as a writer in her own novel.
Now, it's all up to you to decide wether you go on reading or not. Just be aware that the New York Trilogy is the most famous Auster book but not his best work. And from now on you will hardly read bad reviews about Auster's books, even if some books are less good than others, which is not an unusual occurrence in writers.
Just keep us updated!

Another lovely picture here! The Chrysler building is my favourite building in New York and having taken a photograph of it all in one piece is quite remarkable.

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