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Something deep within the bowels of Barbelith seems to eaten the last Paul Auster thread and the solitary post made within it by 000. So, I am resurrecting it here:
000: I have spent a great deal inside Auster space lately, and was wondering if someone else was up for a discussion on Auster's body of work, themes and detection?
I've polished off an entirely unhealthy amount of Auster in the last week.
He seems to return ot the same themes frequently, chance and coincidence, loss of identity, and coping with grief. The books are so well executed that the similar motifs don't seem to have got too repetitive so far, but another man-takes-on-obsessive-project-to-forget-his-pain novel might be pushing it a bit.
Has anyone come across his poetry? It's a bit like a cross between Beckett and Plath. Either way, it certainly floats my boat.
All and any musings on Auster's work are welcome. |
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