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The Brooklyn Follies
by Paul Auster
As far as Austers go, I’d rank this above Leviathan but below The New York Trilogy, The Book of Illusions, and Oracle Night. The protagonist is a bit of an asshole with a weird disdain for fat people, but the plot was interesting enough for me to see it through.
Set in New York in the years 2000 & 2001, the spectre of 9/11 looms large over this tale, but you get so engrossed in the plot that the impending disaster soon becomes little more than an afterthought at times — that is until the author deals a decisive blow at the book’s end. It’s masterful. After all, it wouldn’t be an Auster story unless he pulls the rug out from underneath you.
My only weird qualm about this story is that it feels unfinished, but I suppose that, too, was intentional.
Set in New York in the years 2000 & 2001, the spectre of 9/11 looms large over this tale, but you get so engrossed in the plot that the impending disaster soon becomes little more than an afterthought at times — that is until the author deals a decisive blow at the book’s end. It’s masterful. After all, it wouldn’t be an Auster story unless he pulls the rug out from underneath you.
My only weird qualm about this story is that it feels unfinished, but I suppose that, too, was intentional.