Monday, 22 December 2014

The New York Trilogy by Paul Auster

"It wasn't his appointment, it was Paul Auster's."

Well, fancy that, a novel that is, in fact, novel. What a strange beastie this one is. Three separate tales drawn together, and meta to the hilt. Turning the hard boiled detective genre on its head in an intriguing manner, dropping literary allusions from Cervantes to locked room mysteries, this is a novel for readers and lovers of all things literary.

For what is reading but an entree into the lives and minds of others? The characters here either conducting surveillance or under surveillance, mimic our actions as readers and like us, they get carried away into the strange constructions of the author.

How can you not love a book with an opening as noir as "It was a wrong number that started it"? If you love Bored to Death  as much as I do, this is the book for you my friend.

5 out of 5 mistaken detectives might lose everything.

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