![]() ![]() After that, it was straight to the bookshop to read more. That was the last Auster book I read from the library. And fell immediately in love, with Auster’s mysterious, affectionate, spell-binding tale of Marco Stanley Fogg’s journey through the American twentieth century. With shirts yes, but this was unusual.) I still don’t know quite why she thought I would like it, but I tried it. One day at the library, she handed me a copy of Moon Palace, and said, “I think you might like this.” (She never does that with books. Which makes sense – because Paul Auster is my favourite modern novelist by a country mile, and one I always return to with anticipation. I come back to the book each night like an old friend I am delighted to see again. ![]() I find myself smiling a lot, occasionally chuckling gleefully, and even a couple of times on the edge of tears. I’m currently on page 676 of Paul Auster’s latest novel, the 866-page opus 4 3 2 1. ![]()
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