I really enjoyed the book a lot, pretty much like what I did with Paul Auster’s Moon Palace and New York Trilogy, I finished it in one go. It was the kind of book which intrigues you the idea of ‘oh I’ve gotta write my own.’ And I begin to worry if Paul or Siri have no plan to write a book on themselves. They ARE the perfect characters for their own books, and they have a dancer daughter too. If there’s a way of life I have to envy and adorn, it must be like this – all day reading and writing novels and married to a guy who bothers nothing but reading and writing.
But for the book, it is a sad but lively account. It spans the life of an art historian, revolves his relationship between his best friends, parents, wife, son, best friend's son - how he loves them and how he is in love. (oh no but this is not the mass-market pop-psychology self-help book) At the end he was alone. I love the ending. It is a fiction, but it can't be more true....Continua