PAUL AUSTER - 4 3 2 1
Rare is the page of this thick novel that does not creak with the weighty possible. Since I last read Mr. Auster’s writing, his sentences seem to have lengthened. They have become playgrounds where facts and incidents share space with emotion. They ring with midcentury modernity, chiseled but earnest, strange and beautiful as New York in the 20th Century. Read, August 2019.