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Winter Journal ❄ Winter Journal kindle Epub ❦ Author Paul Auster – Paul Austerin kirjallinen ura käynnistyi vuonna 1982 julkaistusta Yksinäisyyden äärellä teoksesta joka kertoi hänen isästään Kolmekymmentä vuotta myöhemmin ilmestyvän Talvipäiväkirjan yh Paul Austerin kirjallinen ura käynnistyi vuonna julkaistusta Yksinäisyyden äärellä teoksesta joka kertoi hänen isästään Kolmekymmentä vuotta myöhemmin ilmestyvän Talvipäiväkirjan yhdeksi keskeisistä hahmoista nousee Austerin äiti Auster kertoo muun muassa vanhempiensa hankalasta avioliitosta äitinsä toisessa avioliitossa löytämästä onnesta ja miehen kuolemaa seuranneista vaikeista myöhemmistä vuosistaAuster kertoo myös paniikkikohtauksistaan jotka äidin kuolema laukaisi ja käy läpi oman elämänsä vaiheita lapsuudesta nykyhetkeen ja vanhenemisen tuntoihin asti Auster ei kaihda kipeitäkään aiheita vaan kertoo muun muassa epäonnistuneesta ensimmäisestä avioliitostaan ja liikenneonnettomuudesta jossa hänen toinen vaimonsa ja vuotias tyttärensä olivat saada surmansa ja jonka jälkeen hän ei ole auton rattiin tarttunut Elämän raskaita hetkiä tasapainottavat kuitenkin onnelliset muistot kirjailijan jo pikkupoikana alkanut rakkaus baseballiin matkat maailmalla kirjat ja ystävät – ja ennen kaikkea kolmikymmenvuotinen suhde hänen toiseen vaimoonsa kirjailija Siri Hustvedtiin.

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  1. Jakob J. Jakob J. says:

    You think about that already at twenty five how many people have not made it to this point and what’s how many people were never born at all; how many single cells who if only they had won the genetic lottery instead of you may have written something timeless than The Odyssey discovered elusive cures for what ails humanity or on the flip side to be fair destroyed lives than Pol Pot It is useless to speculate on these matters because time is unconcerned with what might have been but still you think about it and still you feel both undeserving and impossibly lucky Then unbeknownst and within moments of this profound appreciation you feel both dreadful and completely alone as if floating through space which of course strictly speaking you are You’re on your couch which often substitutes for your bed reading Winter Journal by Paul Auster As you are reading it you think what fun it would be if you believed in fun to write about your experience with the book in the second person as Paul Auster does observing his former selves in fragments and blinks of memory You think about how many hours of your life have been spent on this couch reading How many hours reading Paul Auster books? How many hours to come? You think about being less than half the age of Paul Auster and yet perhaps just as preoccupied with the absolute finality of the grave You wonder what life will be like if you endure to age sixty four at home in America on Earth You wonder what you may have to live through that Paul Auster will probably not Forced to recall the time you were T boned at an intersection in the station wagon your father was driving at that potentially fatal moment on Halloween night of 2001; a replica of which you have now inherited from him you read on with horror and sadness an account that feels all too familiar You can hear the windows all shattering at once because you have heard it You can look over and see your father hyperventilating unburdening himself all at once of the impact after the protection he provided for you in the form of an arm slung across your torso whilst simultaneously avoiding spinning into oncoming traffic for a double triple uadruple whammy of apocalyptic crunching metal You can exit the car survey the surreal damage and honestly wonder along with the author how you are still breathing You continue reading succumbing to tears and bordering on applause upon finding out that everyone; his wife their daughter even the dog came through without any serious injuries as both you and your father had And the strangest thing of all which Paul Auster relaying the fortune of a doctor who happened upon the scene deemed a small miracle which is tempting to borrow if his work and your outlook were not dependent on chance; your brother’s girlfriend now his wife and one of her friends whom you would years later escort down the aisle at their wedding were meandering down the path by which you were recently almost killed; one of them you can’t recall who wearing an angel costume the corny and clichéd nature of which only hits you at the very moment you write this and gives you pause in including the detail at all Your future sister in law sees the familiar car totaled and then sees you and your father standing near it and calls out your father's name You now have a ride home from the wreckage and a story to tell Then in another instantaneous ecstatic to somber switch you are bogged down by the thought of all those who were not as fortunate as you your father Paul Auster his wife his daughter or their dog You recall a flamboyant and admirable high school classmate who days before his death in a car accident complimented you on your anachronistic overly large ‘90’s t shirt which you also inherited from your father complete with cool colored green blue purple suiggly stripes imitating a life line and multi outlined dots almost giving the illusion of fluctuating or static movement A fellow college student whom you didn’t know is brought to mind; killed in a fiery crash along with her boyfriend the details of which you investigated obsessively for days thereafter; discovering the reason was a drunk driver who survived Then as if clutching to be dragged along behind the previous memory a news story of two young children killed in a crash in Minneapolis as a result of someone who decided their time was important than anyone else’s Your girlfriend at the time gods know where she is now in junior high; your very first who like Paul Auster in his early infatuations you would bend over and do anything for and who was prone and accustomed to incendiary spats one example of which resulted in a threat that your demise would occur at the hands of The Bloods after pinning one of their ostensible members to a table upon witnessing him violently shove your then girlfriend your then eternal soul mate; the first instance in which you risked everything for what you thought was love and how you would do the same now if the situation presented itself or indeed if some immediate occurrence demanded such a swift spring to action; a reaction which could pale in comparison to what shits you may flip if something comparable were to occur in your life now to those whom you now hold dearYou could keep writing now but you want to save some things for your own fragmentary literary auto biographical efforts which as with this influential and destined to be pre culminating work could wind up being some significant amount of a lifetime in the making; and if only two people read it they will be the only two to have ever read it; and then the sun will explode and it will not matter More examples of monotonous life experience Paul Auster discusses over the course of his lifetime that is to say confined to the contents within his book and to the limited experience of your significantly shorter life thus far would abound to which you could relate; injuries and scars sexual encounters and heartache death of loved ones and musings on mortality You are not special or uniue in this but you come to feel that you are paradoxically as you learn how severely and consolingly you are not You are confronted with a lifetime of things unlived by you but that you have come to have a stake in emotionally through mere chance of these events being recorded for you to come by; to piece together the puzzle of; to plunge the depths of; to solve from a bird’s eye view the labyrinth of connections by an astounding concatenation of circumstancesMeeting Paul Auster was a hell of a thing You remember because this happened so recently You wondered what you might say to him You think that he may be impressed by your ties to Northfield Minnesota the town in which you in fact would meet him; the hometown of his wife another fine writer Siri Husvedt whose sister your mother was close friends with in her youth You could have set him up for that James Joyce joke you heard him mention in an interview which involved a woman who asked to shake the hand of the man who wrote Ulysses to which Joyce responded in so many words that she may want to reconsider if she knew where else that hand had been Another option was to invoke the commencement Paul Auster had with Samuel Beckett when he was twenty five the same age as you are now in a ploy to convey some semblance of serendipity This seemed hokey regardless of how inspired you were to hear it One last refuge was to appeal to his former self which he as written about; to tell him that never not once have you felt vindicated or normalized for being a bed wetter not only in your childhood but as Paul Auster admitted—stringing you along in solidarity—well beyond the acceptable age for being one a bed wetter Ultimately after seeing him in front of you hearing him speak in person and holding your copy of his book in his hands you opt for dead piercing silence He breaks this silence with a humble reticent and resounding thank you You would go on the next day to see him again and overcoming some of your nerves express to him how much the hell his work means to you; a lot He seemed genuinely surprised after having signed the book you are now discussing to see you were in possession of a first edition copy of The Invention of Solitude his first published work He tells you it is probably worth a lot of money and you coyly respond as if I’m going to sell it Even if you did these experiences are priceless as are you come to realize all experiences Paul Auster is entering the winter of his life and you are exiting the winter of your youth; a piece of which he now knows at least temporarily includes him

  2. Steven Godin Steven Godin says:

    The New York Trilogy was my first experience of Auster's work it baffled and mesmerized me from start to finish and was the book that got me into books so Paul Auster ultimately changed my life for the better After reading many other works of his fiction I thought the time was right to read about the man himself He started writing this just short of his sixty third Birthday in 2011 and contains within a heartfelt and honest examination of moments from his life and the slowly creeping ageing process that will leave him making bif life changes for the sake of himself and that of his family And there are so many things here that ring true and will no doubt strike us all at some point one way or another He still holds on to the writing style of his fiction so for some it will not please but this is easily his most passionate writing simply because it's all true It is in essence an emotional roller coaster of a read and had me thinking of my own parents and the fact they can't do what they did before as age starts to catch up with them Other than writing of himself Auster's centerpiece is his Mother someone who he clearly had much love and admiration for prior to her death and it's here he starts to ask uestions regarding his own lifestyle and the fact he will one day no longer be a spring chicken He goes back and forward in time mixes and matching memories writing of how his mind wants to do what the body no longer can with many serious health scares along the way What I found staggering was the amount of times he moved house Prior to settling in Brooklyn it seemed so many I was beginning to lose track best of all was the fact he doesn't hold back and gives a genuine and profoundly moving account of ones own bodily experiences and all the shit that goes with it

  3. Elyse Walters Elyse Walters says:

    Audiobookread by Paul Auster Publisher’s Summary “That is where the story begins in your body and everything will end in the body as well” “Facing his 63rd winter internationally acclaimed novelist Paul Auster sits down to write a history of his body and its sensations both pleasurable as painful Thirty years after the publication of“The Invention of Solitude” in which he wrote so movingly about fatherhood Auster gives us a second unconventional memoir in which he writes about his mother’s life and death ‘Winter Journal’ is a highly personal meditation on the body time and memory by one of our most intellectually elegant writers” “Winter Journal” is heartfelt and affecting Paul Auster is unguarded vulnerable charming sensitive and sweetHis writing is insightful sad fascinating and creatively crafted written in second and third person unusual for a memoirand it worked wonderfullyPersonally I think this book is best for older readersIt was perfect for my age 67 and my stage of life If I were only 20 years of age I don’t think I would have appreciated it as much It was a little mind boggling to read about how many places Auster lived from New York to Berkeley on Durrant Avenue near the University campus on a street that I once lived myself back to New York Vermont back to New Yorketc etc when he describes the many places he livedits 21 permanent homes— and then there was the traveling — almost every continent in this world Most touching was everything Auster had to share about his mother her living and dying I began to feel pretty close to Paul Auster like he was a genuine friend The last time I listen to Paul Auster read one of his books it was to “4321”over 39 hours long it was a love affair listening to him for those many hours I loved the experience This is much shorter but much personal If you like Paul Auster already or maybe you’ve never read him at all either way chances are you’ll be surprised at how irresistible this book is A huge surprise for mekinda a sensory feastAnd one of the best memoirs ever Following Auster’s story is a great way to reflect about our own lives too parents our relationships marriage marriages divorce siblings children cousins growing up childhood memories teenage hormones love sex sickness grandparents school years accomplishments reading writing success and failure money and close friends It’s ALL THERE Refreshing aging perspectivesphysically mentally emotionally and spiritually I loved it And I seriously recommend this book audiobook is great to the right people

  4. Rebecca Rebecca says:

    This is one of the most remarkable memoirs I’ve ever read Approaching age 64 and the winter of his life Auster decided to assemble his most visceral memories Here he parades them past in a seemingly random order yet manages to give a sense of the sweep of his life The use of the second person draws readers in to re experience things along with the author while also creating an artistic distance between the subject and his reminiscences Auster describes his aim thusTime is running out after all Perhaps it is just as well to put aside your stories for now and try to examine what it has felt like to live inside this body from the first day you can remember being alive until this one A catalogue of sensory data What one might call a phenomenology of breathingHis life reappears through scars through accidents and near misses through what his hands felt and his eyes observed A three year old rips his cheek open on a protruding nail in a department store A teenager slowly builds up a portfolio of sexual experiences A young man lives and works in Paris and the South of France A marriage to one fellow author Lydia Davis ends and a relationship with another Siri Hustvedt begins A fiftysomething rushing to get home to the toilet makes an ill advised turn against traffic and totals his car – luckily he and his family escape unhurt Numbness after his mother’s death cedes to a panic attackI particularly enjoyed the 53 page section in which Auster gives tours through the 21 places he’s lived since infancy recounting the details he remembers of the dwellings and what happened during his time there It’s impressive how much he can condense but also how much he can convey in just a few pages on each home This is the sort of format I could imagine borrowing for a short autobiographical piece – it would be a way of redeeming that involuntarily nomadic period when my husband and I moved every six to 18 monthsReading this alongside the New York Trilogy allowed me to spot the ways big and small in which those novels draw on Auster’s life story I’m now keen to read of his autobiographical nonfiction including The Invention of Solitude which offended some of his relatives by revealing the shameful family story of how his grandmother shot and killed his grandfather in their kitchenSome favorite lines“as long as you continue to travel the nowhere that lies between the here of home and the there of somewhere else will continue to be one of the places where you live”“Whatever can be told must be pulled from the inside from your insides the accumulation of memories and perceptions you continue to carry around in your body”“We are all aliens to ourselves and if we have any sense of who we are it is only because we live inside the eyes of others”“you can only conclude that every life is marked by a number of close calls that everyone who manages to reach the age you have come to now has already wriggled out of a number of potentially absurd nonsensical deaths All in the course of what you would call ordinary life”ReadalikesI Am I Am I Am by Maggie O’FarrellThe Lost Properties of Love by Sophie Ratcliffe

  5. Jill Jill says:

    The first hint we have of what Paul Auster has in store for us is the title itself Winter Journal not Winter Memoir Memoirs – the best of them – are not personal narratives but rather plot lines or themes that bind moments together Journals – or diaries – are far intimate and one might say confessionalThe second hint is the tense that Paul Auster uses second person not first Throughout the journal he consistently uses “you”; it is the author having a conversation with his younger self The effect is mesmerizing and almost voyeuristic it’s almost as if we the readers stumbled into Mr Auster’s home and overheard some of his deepest fears and secrets“We are all aliens to ourselves” Mr Auster writes “And if we have any sense of who we are it is only because we live inside the eyes of others” Many moments of his existence come vividly to life There are poignant moments the death of Paul Auster’s mother a time that begins with a numbing and ends in a visceral howl as “the you feel your body changing the less you feel that you are made of flesh and blood” There are beautiful moments too many pages are a love elegy to his wife of 30 years Siri Hustvedt an excellent and acclaimed writer in her own right And there are funny moments a huge fight with an obstreperous Parisian neighbor ending only when Paul Auster pulls out a certain psychological trump cardThis is an elegant retelling a story of a life that has withstood 64 winters at a time when a person begins to ask “How much is left?” It is an inventory of scars – both physical and mental – and an inventory of houses lived in and people encountered For the lover of Paul Auster’s work – and I certainly am that – there are tantalizing hints throughout about themes and places that show up in his many fictional works The Brooklyn Follies Invisible Sunset Park for example Just as Paul Auster focuses on themes of absurdism and existentialism in his work he now shows how it applies to lifealong with the real the mundane the poignant I have always admired Paul Auster as a writer Through Winter Journal I now feel as if I know him a little better – as a flawed imperfect but uite likeable and introspective man

  6. Matt Matt says:

    Paul Auster is a master of wordsThis is a memoir that I read with pleasure the pleasure caused by everything that is well crafted The longest sentence in this book has 352 words yes I counted them and it almost sounds like music like a song you don't want to end Not all of Paul Auster's works have this virtue but this one doesI usually prefer his novels over his non fictional booksMoon Palace The New York Trilogy The Music of Chance and others just blow me away The main reason why this memoir stands out from The Invention of Solitude or The Art of Hunger to me is that it is written as a second person narrative You can be uite certain there are not many autobiographical books out there that don't have the word I in them Actually there are uite some I here but this word is always used in dialog by a third personThe other reason why I love this book is the fact that I am male and roughly the same age as Mr Auster granted I'm 16 years younger but still and therefore can relate pretty well A much younger person would probably not appreciate it that muchI will not conceal things that I didn't enjoy The description of the twenty one apartments he lived in since being born I could have done without There's too much detail for my taste For fanatics who want to make a Paul Auster sight seeing tour this is perhaps interesting for me it is not Also it became too personal in a few places Especially when it comes to such intimate things as the death of relatives Here I would have liked a little distance Those things are no flaws of the book of course it's just my personal feelingsI recommend this book to males in their 50s or 60s and to everyone else that is if you already know some of his books If you're new to Paul Auster I'd recommend you start with one of his novels Just read him This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution NonCommercial ShareAlike 30 Unported License

  7. Joselito Honestly and Brilliantly Joselito Honestly and Brilliantly says:

    Paul Auster I am almost sure hasn't read the last book I reviewed here at goodreads Mental Efficiency by Arnold Bennett despite his boast that he and his wife have thousands of books on their shelves Having reached the age of 64 and with a seemingly constant intimation of mortality HIS mortality Paul Auster steps aside for a while to look at himself and the life he has lived so far He uotes Joubert The end of life is bitter And then another one by Joubert One must die lovable if one can At the last page he sees himself standing by the window looking out at the grey air with no visible sun and he hears himself asking How many mornings are left?WINTER JOURNAL Winter being a metaphor for one's last days There's a big X mark on the book's cover a very common symbol for the end or the cessation of something the crossing out of what once were In the second person singular Paul Auster at a distance addresses himself looking at Paul Auster when he was a boy recalling his earliest memory when he was a young man an aimless wanderer a struggling writer his sexual escapades several with prostitutes his first failed marriage his second one successful so far with a writer as brilliant as he is his children his mother who died one happy day of a heart attack; his father who died one happy day too while having sex with his girlfriend also of a heart attack The many he had known who had passed away The active and athletic body he had in his youth; his present occasional ailments some of them scary; his brushes with death including that one with a huge fishbone stuck in his throat causing him to throw up lots of bloodIs this a good thing stopping for a while and thinking about what you've done so far vis a vis your inevitable end? I say yes Especially in the case of Paul Auster who managed to produce a book because of it a very well written and enjoyable book which I read with much interest and enthusiasm in a mere two days most likely a bestseller especially after this favorable review and earn him money for his retirement More than this however Arnold Bennett said in his book Mental Efficiency that this is good and he declared this not at 64 but at the much younger age of 40 And lo I at the age of nearly forty am putting to myself the old uestions concerning the intrinsic value of life the fundamentally important uestions What have I got out of it? What am I likely to get out of it? In a word what's it worth? If a man can ask himself a uestion momentous radical and critical than these uestions I would like to know what it is Innumerable philosophers have tried to answer these uestions in a general way for the average individual and possibly they have succeeded pretty well Possibly I might derive benefit from a perusal of their answers But do you suppose I am going to read them? Not I Do you suppose that I can recall the wisdom that I happen already to read? Not I My mind is a perfect blank at this moment in regard to the wisdom of others on the essential uestion Strange is it not? But uite a common experience I believe Besides I don't actually care twopence what any other philosopher has replied to my uestion In this each man must be his own philosopher There is an instinct in the profound egoism of human nature which prevents us from accepting such ready made answers What is it to us what Plato thought? Nothing And thus the uestion remains ever new and ever unanswered and ever of dramatic interest The singular the highly singular thing is and here I arrive at my point that so few people put the uestion to themselves in time that so many put it too late or even die without putting itArnold Bennett's approval of Paul Auster would stop there however The former was not the type of person who would stare out the window and ask how many days he has left project himself towards his end and pronounce it bitter or imagine himself a decrepit invalid shitting on his pajamas all day and despairing because he will die not lovable Read Winter Journal because Paul Auster has had a very good life so far maybe unknown to him and he wrote about it very well But if you are looking for wisdom something that would help you get by in this volley of spears that is life get hold of this masterpiece by Arnold Bennett older by 92 years and savor the emanations from this great mind who still speaks of life long after he had died If I were a preacher and if I hadn't got than enough to do in minding my own affairs and if I could look any one in the face and deny that I too had pursued for nearly forty years the great British policy of muddling through and hoping for the best in short if things were not what they are I would hire the Alhambra Theatre or Exeter Hall of a Sunday night preferably the Alhambra because people would come to my entertainment and I would invite all men and women over twenty six I would supply the seething crowd with what they desired in the way of bodily refreshment except spirits I would draw the line at poisons and having got them and myself into a nice amiable expansive frame of mind I would thus address them of course in ringing elouence that John Bright might have enviedMen and women I would say companions in the universal pastime of hiding one's head in the sand I am about to impart to you the very essence of human wisdom It is not abstract It is a principle of daily application affecting the daily round in its entirety from the straphanging on the District Railway in the morning to the straphanging on the District Railway the next morning Beware of hope and beware of ambition Each is excellently tonic like German competition in moderation But all of you are suffering from self indulgence in the first and very many of you are ruining your constitutions with the second Be it known unto you my dear men and women that existence rightly considered is a fair compromise between two instincts the instinct of hoping one day to live and the instinct to live here and now In most of you the first instinct has simply got the other by the throat and is throttling it Prepare to live by all means but for Heaven's sake do not forget to live You will never have a better chance than you have at present You may think you will have but you are mistaken Pardon this bluntness Surely you are not so naive as to imagine that the road on the other side of that hill there is beautiful than the piece you are now traversing Hopes are never realized; for in the act of realization they become something else Ambitions may be attained but ambitions attained are rather like burnt coal ninety per cent of the heat generated has gone up the chimney instead of into the room Nevertheless indulge in hopes and ambitions which though deceiving are agreeable deceptions; let them cheat you a little a lot But do not let them cheat you too much This that you are living now is life itself it is much life itself than that which you will be living twenty years hence Grasp that truth Dwell on it Absorb it Let it influence your conduct to the end that neither the present nor the future be neglected You search for happiness? Happiness is chiefly a matter of temperament It is exceedingly improbable that you will by struggling gain happiness than you already possess In fine settle down at once into LIFE Loud cheersThe cheers would of course be for the refreshmentsThere is no doubt that the mass of the audience would consider that I had missed my vocation and ought to have been a caterer instead of a preacher But once started I would not be discouraged I would keep on Sunday night after Sunday night Our leading advertisers have richly proved that the public will believe anything if they are told it often enough I would practise iteration always with refreshments In the result it would dawn upon the corporate mind that there was some glimmering of sense in my doctrine and people would at last begin to perceive the folly of neglecting to savour the present the folly of assuming that the future can be essentially different from the present the fatuity of dying before they have begun to liveThe score Arnold Bennett vs Paul Auster 1 0

  8. Cynthia Cynthia says:

    “Winter Journal is written in the second person Though I can understand why he wrote his memoir this way it felt awkward to have the word ‘you’ in almost every sentence Writing in the second person just sounds contrived to me I know a lot of people dislike it but I thought “Winter Journal” would have read much easier in the first person which I believe is conventional for personal essays Knowing Auster that’s probably exactly why he didn’t take the path most traveledI enjoyed his references to literature and how they were personal to him professionally and emotionally He also includes a long section where he lists the numerous addresses where he’s lived with a bit about what was going on in his head and in his life at that time A well done device I felt especially touched by his chronological accounts of his feelings towards girlswomen both collectively and individually He writes very touchingly about his two marriages though I feel some reserve in these passages There is a sense of accumulating maturity and coming to peace accepting self and thus being able to accept others He didn’t include much about his two children though that was most likely both purposeful and understandable What must it be like to have Paul Auster as a dad??? Also sweet and brutally honest were his accounts of both his parent’s deaths as well as some insights into his mom’s personal life beyond being a mother and how that affected him I respect his clarity and his ability to gaze without flinching It can be hard to ‘allow’ our parents to be people first rather than only mom and dadI’m still contemplating the big bluish purple X that spans most of the cover Does it signify at 63 most of life is past? Beyond this point there be dragons so don’t go there? Does he consider himself in extra innings to use his lifelong love or baseball as an analogy? He’s almost lived past the age at which his father died which was 68 He’s also lived past some of the people he’s known Does the X signify extraordinary which would fit his life age and writing in many ways I hesitate to say it but is he suggesting that extreme age is a form of pornography in the sense that it ain’t pretty but it’s still a privilege to go there? I continue to contemplate

  9. Andrew Smith Andrew Smith says:

    You have entered the winter of your life So ends this collection of reflections on the life of this superb writer now in his mid 60's He's put together a number of pieces some very short no that a few paragraphs and others running to a few pages reflecting on various thoughts and happenings through his life You don't have to be an Auster aficionado to enjoy this book but it does help Some for me we're very powerful none so than the longish and excruciating account of his reaction to the death of his mother There is a lot of death here but for all that it's not a difficult read as it is balanced by other lighter and humorous pieces Personally I loved it

  10. Roberto Roberto says:

    At the age of 64 Auster decides to write a journal about his own physical history as if his own body were writing a memoir of being Paul Auster which is uite touching don't you think? He recalls the cuts bruises kisses panic attacks intimacies illnesses and near fatalities that have made up his physical life He recalls the houses and the rooms he has inhabited Lots of snow storms It is a book swamped with deaths ponderings on his own death remembrances of his mother's death in particular It is a book which makes you think about mortality so I hope you're in a good place for that Personally death makes me feel small like a tiny baby but I bravely read on I've never been able to pinpoint what it is about Auster's writing that makes it so distinctive and consuming his books once started tend to take over my day somehow This one did Part of their mystery is that they often seem flawed but in a such a way that even this feels intentional as though empty spaces have carefully been woven into the fabric of the thing So many parts of me responded in so many ways to this book It seemed to convey something about being human or just being alive that felt important and rare and I reckon Auster is a good human being and y'know I'm glad he's still so in love with his wife

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