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His entire genre of writing revolved around chance and coincidence and how big of a hand it played in one's life. I was captivated after reading Leviathan and could not stop till I read his entire pantheon. RIP Paul Auster.
Sad news. '4 3 2 1' is one of my favourite novels with its variations on a theme of a single person's life. The same character's showing up in each thread but in totally different contexts worked particularly well.
I enjoyed City of Glass, but Ghost and The Locked Room I found dull. Leviathan was good, it made me curious if he was the Unabomber.
His entire genre of writing revolved around chance and coincidence and how big of a hand it played in one's life. I was captivated after reading Leviathan and could not stop till I read his entire pantheon. RIP Paul Auster.
Just listened to a segment about him on NPR, apparently his writing themes were greatly influenced by an experience he had as a child where he was standing next to someone who was killed by a lightning strike.
A life worth living. Rest in peace, he will continue living while he's read.
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I guess people can’t handle that one of their favorite writers did something despicable. No need to downvote so much, just comes across like you’re trying to conceal the truth, which is that the guy supported a monster.
I was rather surprised at the number of downvotes pointing out that the guy supported an (alleged…) child rapist.
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I guess people can’t handle that one of their favorite writers did something despicable. No need to downvote so much, just comes across like you’re trying to conceal the truth, which is that the guy supported a monster.
I was rather surprised at the number of downvotes pointing out that the guy supported an (alleged…) child rapist.
He was for a moment quite popular and his books were definitely above the average overhyped populer american writer. Mr Vertigo was a nice little book that punched above its weight and would def recommend reading it
His books were half of what I read between age 12-25 (edit: more like 12-20, and I meant only novels, but it doesn't matter here) Sad to see him go. Picking up his books again as an adult only took away the magic in some of his weaker works. Mostly, the magic remained. The guys learning to play Bach and building a wall, the delirant anon in NYC chasing paper trails, the adolescent boy learning to levitate... the evil…