The last and probably the least interesting story of Paul Auster’s New York Trilogy. This one’s a bit less surreal and detectivy than the rest, but it’s still quite engrossing for the most part.
|Crisp, engrossing prose||So surreal it’s a bit hard to make sense of|
|Interesting, weird characters||The plot takes a while to kick in|
|Thought provoking on human mind|