![]() ![]() A red dining table is so brilliantly lacquered that it is reflective. On the coffee table is a vase of white spice-scented lilies. Each room, shared with his wife, the novelist Siri Hustvedt, is sparely and beautifully furnished. Auster, 48, lives in a house where nothing is left to fate. Magic is leavened by reality life by chance. Vertigo," for example, the young narrator learns to fly, becomes wildly famous - and is suddenly grounded by puberty. There are beginnings, but not always happy endings. ![]() Laughter can be mirthless, anxiety is commonplace, yet love is redemptive. His characters, sometimes banal, often macabre but also capable of moments of exceptional tenderness, inhabit a world of fun-house distortion. But that's how life is."įor those who do like his work, however, the dark uncharted world according to Auster is required reading. "People who don't like my work say that the connections seem too arbitrary. ![]()
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