Paul Auster

By writing about myself in the first person, I had smothered myself and made myself invisible, had made it impossible for me to find the thing I was looking for. I needed to separate myself from myself…

Paul Auster is one of those writers with one extremely well-known book — most likely you’ve read The New York Trilogy, if you’ve read anything, and nothing quite compares to that. This one is pretty good, centered around a poet who is a student at Columbia in the late 1960s who gets involved with a questionable fellow from France who wants to fund him to start a magazine. There’s a section set in Paris, several different narrators working in different modes (first, second, and third person all get some use), and a few big dramatic moments. All in all, an excellent summer read if you are looking for something with just a bit of weight to it, but it doesn’t feel as exciting as Auster’s iconic works.