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374 pages, Paperback
First published December 27, 2005
Humble as the project was, I decided to give it a grandiose, somewhat pompous title 鈥� in order to delude myself into thinking that I was engaged in important work. I called it The Book of Human Folly, and in it I was planning to set down in the simplest, clearest language possible an account of every blunder, every pratfall, every embarrassment, every idiocy, every foible, and every inane act I had committed during my long and checkered career as a man.
鈥淭here鈥檚 an imp inside me, and if I don鈥檛 let him out to make some mischief now and then, the world just gets too damned dull. I hate feeling grumpy and bored. I鈥檓 an enthusiast, and the more dangerous my life becomes, the happier I am. Some people gamble at cards. Other people climb mountains or jump out of airplanes. I like tricking people. I like seeing how much I can get away with. Even as a kid, one of my dreams was to publish an encyclopedia in which all the information was false. Wrong dates for every historical event, wrong locations for every river, biographies of people who never existed.鈥�
What a motley bunch of messed-up, floundering souls. What stunning examples of human imperfection. A father whose daughter wants nothing to do with him anymore. A brother who hasn鈥檛 seen or heard from his sister in three years. And a little girl who鈥檚 run away from home and refuses to speak.
鈥淓stoy buscando un sitio tranquilo para morir. Alguien me recomend贸 Brooklyn鈥︹€�Con esta atractiva frase empieza una algo ins铆pida novela ambientada en un Brooklyn a medio camino entre una gran ciudad y un pueblecito donde toda la gente se saluda por la calle. Pero, como todo el que conoce a Auster sabe, el hombre propone y el azar dispone.
"Todo destino es arbitrario, toda decisi贸n est谩 regida por el azar. Ya puedes ir derecho, zigzaguear, llegar lo m谩s r谩pido posible, pero en el fondo no tienes ni voz ni voto en el asunto. Eres un juguete de los dioses y no tienes voluntad propia."Y esta vez dispone a gusto de casi todos.
鈥淓l mundo ha ido de tragedia en tragedia, de horror en horror, pero los seres humanos seguimos existiendo, enamor谩ndonos y hallando alegr铆a en la vida. Me pareci贸 que 茅ste era un momento para recordarlo."Esto dec铆a Auster en sus entrevistas de presentaci贸n de la novela, algo que ya dej贸 dicho en su texto:
鈥淨uiero hablar de felicidad y bienestar, de esos raros e inesperados momentos en que enmudece la voz interior y uno se siente en paz con el mundo.鈥�Y efectivamente, de esto trata la novela, de c贸mo el azar maneja nuestras vidas y de no ceder al desaliento, de no perder nunca la esperanza de que surja algo que cambie por completo nuestra vida y nos traslade a un mundo diferente y mejor. Para ello Auster encadena una serie de historias de final feliz sobre las que lo m谩s que puedo decir en su favor es que me han entretenido.
"賷賳亘睾賷 毓丿賲 丕賱丕爻鬲禺賮丕賮 兀亘丿丕賸 亘賯賵丞 丕賱賰鬲亘."
"The tone would be light and farcical throughout, and my only purpose was to keep myself entertained while using up as many hours of the day as I could."
"The interior of the brownstone was a living museum of female artifacts...To go there was like visiting a foreign country..."
"Tina Hott performed...not as a singer, but as a faux-singer, mouthing the words of show tunes and jazz standards as sung by legendary female vocalists [including Lena Horne]. It was magnificent and absurd. It was funny and heartbreaking. It was moving and comical. It was everything it was and everything it wasn't.
"And there was Tina, gesturing with her arms as she pretended to belt out the words of the song. Her face was all tendermess and love. Her eyes were met with tears, and we all stood there transfixed, not knowing whether to cry with her or to laugh. As far as I'm concerned, it was one of the strangest, most transcendent moments of my life."