Here it is, my first novel of the year. Or, rather, sequence of novellas: The New York Trilogy by Paul Auster.
When I first started reading this book, I wasn’t sure that I would like it. The first volume in the trilogy, City of Glass, I found to be almost too accessible — that is, it does all the standard postmodern things where the narrator meets the author, others doubling, there is an obsessive focus on details like red notebooks etc. etc. etc. And that’s all fine. But my issue with it was that it seemed to not resolve — that it seemed to go through all the tricks without actually deli