Paul Auster was the bestselling author of 4 3 2 1, Bloodbath Nation, Baumgartner, The Book of Illusions, and The New York Trilogy, among many other works. In 2006 he was awarded the Prince of Asturias Prize for Literature. Among his other honors are the Prix M茅dicis 脡tranger for Leviathan, the Independent Spirit Award for the screenplay of Smoke, and the Premio Napoli for Sunset Park. In 2012, he was the first recipient of the NYC Literary Honors in the category of fiction. He was also a finalist for the International IMPAC Dublin Literary Award (The Book of Illusions), the PEN/Faulkner Award (The Music of Chance), the Edgar Award (City of Glass), and the Man Booker Prize (4 3 2 1). Auster was a member of the American Academy of Arts and Letters and a Commandeur de l鈥橭rdre des Arts et des Lettres. His work has been translated into more than forty languages. He died at age seventy-seven in 2024.
The novel is about a writer named Sidney Orr (Orlovsky), who, after making a miraculous recovery from near fatal illness, buys a new notebook and starts writing a story about a man who completely changed his life when he realized how much his existence was ruled by randomness.
I had been sick for a long time. When the day came for me to leave the hospital, I barely knew how to walk anymore, could barely remember who I was supposed to be....
One of the best Austers I've read, seriously. Auster, you love him or you hate him. I've struggled with his books, but always ended up fascinated. Auster writes brooding stories, there's always something below the surface and to find out what's going on is a challenge....This is a brooding story too, it was a smooth read for me, enjoyed every moment of it. Brooding, fascinating, intriguing, loving & sad. Fantastic story, really. Auster uses storylines within the main story, by way of footer notes in small print. Yes, it worked for me. And again, I love Auster's usual setting, New York, Brooklyn. The main character in the book Sidney Orr, walks the streets of New York, recovering from a serious illness. I can see, smell and feel New York.... one of my favorite cities in the world.... Auster always knows how to describe it just in the right way.... Loved it. 4.5 stars, maybe five. It's a story that lingers in the back of your head.... Recommended.
The story in short: "Several months into his recovery from a near-fatal illness 34-old novelist Sidney Orr enters a stationery shop in Brooklyn and buys a blue notebook. For the next 9 days Orr will live under the spell of this blue book, trapped inside a world of eerie premonitions and bewildering events that threaten to destroy his marriage and undermine his faith in reality..."
The story-within-the-story device gives Paul Auster plenty of freedom to orchestrate this postmodern novel. These are the (fake) jottings of an active writer and they include daily occurrences (diarylike), ideas for plots, a coherent free-flow of thoughts and musings, a scrapbook of so much mixed media which describes a vivid world dabbling in the surreal. His avoiding the usage of quotation marks in the story-within-the-story鈥檚 dialogue conveys the continuity of the writer鈥檚 imagination. He uses literary irony, sometimes his character鈥檚 descriptions are so remarkably like those he makes of his acquaintances. Plot-wise there is jumping around, making whole days lapse only one paragraph, creating different story lines and times, using repetition to give the reader a vague sense of d茅j脿 vu.
Chapterless, it continues in the major tradition of the thriller (continued & realized to its most masterful level in 2006 with Scott Smith鈥檚 novel of visceral horror The Ruins) to be easy-to-follow, despite having no rests between climaxes & plot revelations. The 鈥渘arcissistic novel鈥� brand is befitting of 'Oracle Night.'
Let鈥檚 not forget Auster's trademark use of footnotes. More than creating an 鈥渁cademic鈥� (i.e. entitled) voice, this tool can pump in more information to an otherwise 鈥渟hort鈥� novel. Footnotes are small pockets of compressed data; additionally they allow the reader to interact with the text itself. He flips the pages prematurely to get the "hidden" back story, breaking the rules of literature by traversing through the main plot itself...
This was my 3rd time listening to Auster read one of his books. His voice is distinct, engaging, natural, terrific rhythmic flow... complementing his storytelling prose.
I鈥檓 late to seriously becoming a fan... but, I鈥檓 definitely getting there. Auster really holds my attention - so much so - I promised myself that the next Auster book I choose - I鈥檒l read it rather than listen to him. I have a hard time separating the entertainment value between his voice or the story itself. I like both!
We meet Sidney Orr - a novelist... and the narrator. Sidney was recovering from a serious illness. After leaving the hospital he walks into 鈥淭he Paper Palace鈥�, a stationary store and bought a blue notebook that was made in Portugal. He becomes obsessed it - and he begins to write again after a period of writers block. Interesting odd things start to happen as Sid begins to write.
This is a complex story about a book of stories, ( three to be specific), within stories...connecting them to all to Sidney. ( and all the things important in his own life).
The mystery, intrigue, and descriptions kept me glued.
This is a novel but it times it felt like it was non-fiction. Set in 1982, we follow Sydney鈥榮 life for nine days. His marriage is threatened... coincidences happened... characters are compelling...( especially Grace, his wife)... and we take an introspective look into the future.
For me - the greatness was the intimacy of Sidney 鈥榯elling鈥� the stories. ( leaving hints of the concerns of his own life).
That old saying, 鈥淚 could listen to this guy read the phone book鈥�, applies accurately for me with Paul Auster.
Every time I start a Paul Auster book I get twenty pages into it and think, "That's it. He's finally over stepped the mark. He's jumped from the edge of the clever cliff and into the precipice of w*nky too smart and arty for his own good literature". And then, I am always proved wrong. Sorry Paul I judge you too harshly!*
Another excellent book with the trademark Austerisms. Convoluted, random, perhaps even a little too common place at times, writhing like a bag of snakes the twists and turns had me on the ceiling and facing the wrong way before I knew it. This either means they were very good or that I am easily confused, I'll leave it to you to decide which.
*Although as a footnote (something that you seem to be all too fond of in this book), I just thought it was worth pointing out that as a personal preference it really winds me up when the footnotes are actually larger than the main text. Anyone else feel this way? Also if the footnote stretches for more than three pages and is running as a sort of contemporaneous commentary then it's probably worth just scrapping the footnotes and putting all the information into the main text... non? See, like here... I could have just put this bit of the review up there with the main part of the review but now you're down here reading this part of the review and by the time you glance back up to the main thread you'll have forgotten what I was talking about up there and be thinking about the footnote which is really just the story continued in another way. Hmmm. So is it annoying or is it just me?
You can normally rely on Auster to combine an interest in metafiction with an aptitude for strong story-telling, particularly in the private detective style.
Like "The Book of Illusions", "Oracle Night" embraces multiple dimensions of narrative. However, its story-telling is inferior, in comparison. In this case, Auster's preoccupation with the metafictional structure of the novel diminishes and almost conceals what little story there is - perhaps, because different aspects of the story are contained in different components of the metafiction. For some reason, the segments of the story remain disconnected and segmented, rather than becoming connected and integrated. The narrative never quite adds up to an alluring story. The story remains incoherent.
"The Book of Illusions" was tightly structured around its numbered chapters. Here, there are no chapters, just occasional breaks in the text, where Auster transitions from one segment of metafiction to another. Because each of these segments contains a different aspect of the overall story, the reader makes a transition as well. The boundary between two segments is like a magic door or portal through which the reader progresses (or regresses) into the next segment.
Nine Days in September, 1982
Auster (or the implied author of the text) frequently specifies the date of the year (or the day of the week) and the time of day. Unless you start paying attention to this practice, you mightn't realise that the novel deals primarily with a discrete period of time (nine days), although this is probably implicit in any work of fiction. Once again, the perspective is from twenty years into the future. Or these events supposedly occurred twenty years into the past.
The further the novel progresses, though, the more Auster refers to the day of the week, rather than the date of the year. Thus, he gives us less information about the overall timeframe.
It's almost as if Auster's goal was to see how much he could dismantle the narrative, and still permit a reader to detect and appreciate the overall story.
"There's a Novel in This Somewhere"
This is probably the most disparate and puzzling of Auster's metafictional projects that I've read to date. It's possible that there are just too many parts that fail to add up to a satisfying sum.
Firstly, and most obviously, there is the novel that Auster himself has written, ostensibly called "Oracle Night".
The immediate focus of Auster's novel is the writer, Sidney Orr, and his wife, Grace, a graphic designer, and their relationship with another writer, friend and father figure, John Trause (an anagram for Auster). Sid is recovering from a fall, which might or might not symbolise his sense of inadequacy about his relationship with Grace.
It's never clear whether Trause's purpose is to cement or destabilise the relationship between Sid and Grace. Sid imagines that Trause is having an affair with Grace, despite the age difference between them. The relationship between the three drifts between affection and antagonism. Still, Trause offers to "lend" one of his unpublished works ("The Empire of Bones") to Sid, so that he can use it to write a screenplay for a fee that he needs to repay his medical debts.
In order to start his new project, Sid purchases a blue notebook made in Portugal at a stationery store called "Paper Palace". The owner is a Chinese man, M. R. Chang, whom Sid encounters in various contexts that test his commitment to his writing project, his fidelity to Grace and his ability to defend himself physically. Sid suffers from a troubled or guilty conscience about his frailty and vulnerability to temptation, even if it occurs solely in his imagination.
"The Plot Was Too Cerebral"(1)
At the suggestion of his agent, Sid also writes a treatment for a film based on H.G. Wells' novel,"The Time Machine". Sid regards his work as "a piece of shit...pure rubbish...fantasy drek of the lowest order, but it felt like a possible movie to me." Unfortunately, for him, the treatment is rejected, because "the plot was too cerebral," an assessment that could equally apply to much of Auster's work.
On the other hand, Trause prompts Sid to write a novel based on the Flitcraft parable (2) told in Dashiell Hammett's "The Maltese Falcon". Hammett inferred from this story that "men died at haphazard, and lived only while blind chance spared them."
Trause suggests, "There's a novel in this somewhere...It's a terrific premise. All you need is a story to go with it."
"All You Need is a Story to Go with It"
Sid's novel aims to supply the story. It's about a couple called Nick and Eva Bowen, whose relationship mirrors that of Sid and Grace.
In this novel within a novel, Nick (a literary agent) receives and reads the manuscript for a novel called "Oracle Night" (a novel within a novel within a novel), which was written by the fictional Sylvia Maxwell, a supposedly popular writer in the twenties and thirties. The protagonist is Lemuel Flagg, a British lieutenant blinded by a mortar explosion in the trenches of World War I. Like Sid, he is nursed back to health, until he falls in love with a woman and proposes marriage to her. He predicts that the marriage is doomed, and eventually commits suicide.
This is just one of several stories that approaches soap opera in form and content.
While walking along the street, Nick narrowly avoids being struck on the head by a falling gargoyle, which replicates part of the Flitcraft parable/episode.
Soon after, Nick travels to Kansas City for a break from Eva, where he encounters a cab driver called Ed Victory (Johnson), who accidentally locks him in an underground bunker he uses to store old phone books (one of which, from Warsaw, contains entries for Sid's Polish family name, Orlovsky). This sub-story seems to be overlooked, because at the end of the main novel, Nick is still locked in the bunker awaiting his death. Sid hasn't resolved how to end the story convincingly.
Haphazard Construction
Nevertheless, Auster places all of these ingredients in a literary bowl and stirs them until something tenable emerges, as if by chance:
"The world is governed by chance. Randomness stalks us every day of our lives, and those lives can be taken from us at any moment - for no reason at all."
I'm tempted to agree with Trause that "there's a novel in this somewhere," even if it seems to be largely haphazard, and it's not readily identifiable on the pages of the book.
FOOTNOTES:
(1) Some of the many footnotes were spread over four pages, and could equally have been included in the body of the text. I've never really understood the appeal of this post-modernist affectation.
O carte-magnet, de care nu m-am putut desprinde, a葯a c膬 am citit-o 卯n c芒teva ore 葯i n-a葯 fi vrut s膬 se termine.
M-a trimis 卯napoi la studiul lingvisticii 葯i teoriilor comunic膬rii, la structuralism 葯i fantasticul lui Tzvetan Todorov 葯i la actele de vorbire ale lui Austin, la celebra formul膬 "how to do things with words". Pentru c膬 despre asta e vorba, despre puterea cuvintelor de a crea lumi, despre imagina葲ia noastr膬 pus膬 卯n vorbe care au for葲a de a crea viitorul. La propriu.
葮i am reg膬sit tehnicile pe care le iubesc la Auster: naratorul este un scriitor care scrie o carte despre un alt personaj din lumea editoriala care scrie/descoper膬/public膬 o carte; identitatea 卯n (re)construc葲ie; New Yorkul magic (e chiar supranatural sau sunt doar ni葯te coinciden葲e stranii? - noi trebuie s膬 decidem); personajele extrem de bine construite, de vii; scenele de sex at芒t de naturale, ne-gratuite; fluiditatea frazelor; climaxul excelent gradat; finalul satisf膬c膬tor (nu neap膬rat fericit, dar care rotunje葯te textul).
Nu sunt sigur c膬 Paul Auster ar mai fi trebuit s膬 scrie. 脦葯i compusese deja marile opere. Aici, pare c膬 o face doar pentru a se (a ne) distra. Un maestru al intrigii cvasi-poli葲iste. Al povestirilor paralele 葯i 卯ntret膬iate. Al romanului 卯n roman, al romanului despre scrierea unui roman. Etc.
Am citit 葯i cartea asta, dezinteresat de deznod膬m芒nt, din simpl膬 葯i indispensabil膬 pl膬cere 葮i de-ar fi avut dublul paginilor pe care le are. Nu pleci niciodat膬 (sau foarte rar) cu pofta-n cui, dup膬 vreo 卯nt芒lnire cu Auster.
Poveste in poveste in poveste, asa te poarta Auster, fara sa poti lasa cartea din mana, te lasa mut de uimire, cata imaginatie are si ce bine povesteste, nu ma mai satur de el !
Frazele curg, nimic fortat in exprimare, te tarasc ca intr-un vartej unde simti admiratie, bucurie, adrenalina, in plus, sunt atatea aspecte care te pun pe ganduri.
4.5 * E atat de curgatoare povestea, imbinata perfect cu toate celelalte povesti tip carte in carte, incat am citit-o pe nerasuflate. Inca un roman marca Auster, care m-a delectat, despre neprevazutul ascuns in cotidian si despre compromisuri ce devin bombe cu ceas, cand te astepti mai putin. Despre fantastica putere a cuvintelor de a schimba vieti, de a crea pe viu dramele ce initial erau doar in minte si apoi pe hartie. Am mai spus ca Paul Auster e magician neintrecut si nu se dezminte nici acum.
Through the entire story I had the feeling I was on the verge of stumbling on the meat of it, but it never happened. I stuck with it hoping for even a line that would satisfy the "on-the-verge" feeling, but by the last line on the last page, I realized it wasn't coming. Maybe I'm too dense to really get the underlying substance of this book, but believe me, I was looking for it.
Oracle Night seems like one of Auster's more perfunctory novels. There is the usual blend of a narrator getting over some big personal tragedy, reflections on the power of language (writing especially in this case), recurring coincidences, a female love interest in trouble, etc. The opening conceit of the blank notebook and Sid's need to fill it has this really interesting, ominous vibe going to it. But Auster doesn't seem all that committed to really diving into it, and by the end of the book it felt like little more than a forgotten pretext to set the whole narrative up instead of an organic development within the story. There are some really nice passages though, and it's interesting to read one of his books that has a decidedly more domestic kind of feel to it than a lot of his other work. But the ending feels rushed, and the whole strung-out-son-of-a-family-friend who suddenly pops up to wreak havoc in everyone's lives feels kind of like a cheap deus ex machina. I'd expect that kind of weak stuff from someone's first novel, not their umpteenth.
Dopo un incidente a cui 猫 riuscito miracolosamente a sopravvivere, Sidney Orr ricomincia, con un po' di fatica, a scrivere. Grazie a un taccuino blu, proveniente dal Portogallo, e che sembra avere poteri magici, comincia a svilupparsi la trama di questo romanzo di Auster. Con La notte dell'oracolo di Auster, si entra nel meta-romanzo, un romanzo nel romanzo in cui confluiscono diverse storie. Da un lato, la storia privata di Sidney e del suo matrimonio con la moglie Grace e dall'altro quella di Sidney scrittore e delle varie vicende che si intrecciano e prendono forma. Qui sono presenti alcune delle tematiche tipiche dei libri dell'autore: l'amore, il tradimento, la bellezza della scrittura come rimedio ai propri mali, come salvezza e la bellezza della scrittura intesa come ritorno alla vita. Paul Auster trascina il lettore in una vicenda in cui finzione e realt脿 si mescolano, dove il protagonista assume il ruolo di investigatore per scoprire una realt脿 e una verit脿 molto pi霉 forte del romanzo che sta scrivendo e di qualsiasi oracolo.
This is an extraordinary book, which made me want to read more novels by Paul Auster. (It is his 11th novel.) It is dream-like and unsettling, with echoes of earlier stories that you just can't grasp. Very inventive.
I read one of Paul Auster鈥檚 works, The New York Trilogy, a few years back, enjoyed it immensely, and it was good to get back to reading him again. I think what Auster manages to do in both of the works I鈥檝e read is create a sense of layers of meaning in both the real world and the literary world (the one being written on paper). Both in The Trilogy and Oracle Night, there鈥檚 a sense of metacognition or thinking about thinking, or thinking and reflection on the world. Events, people, conflict play out and have many layers to them. In short, he is an author that makes you think and that is what I鈥檝e loved about reading his books so far.
I will have to do the calculations, but I think Auster鈥檚 book might at some points cross over into a 鈥渟tory within a story within a story.鈥� We have Paul Auster writing about his protagonist Sidney Orr, a writer who is working on a manuscript about a man named Nick Bowen who, in this book, is focused on reading the writings of Sylvia Maxwell, an author who has written Oracle Night. Auster manages to intertwine all of these elements and blend them into one engaging plot, and, at points, the plot of the writings bleed into the real life aspects of the story.
It鈥檚 really hard to go into particulars about plot with a Paul Auster novel, because sometimes I think that the story or meaning under the surface is far more impressionable and meaningful that the surface level plot. However, to give some context, Oracle Night鈥檚 premise involves novelist Sydney Orr having recently been released from the hospital after overcoming a near fatal illness, and his transition back into life with his wife and his friend, an author named John. There鈥檚 an interesting scene where Orr visits a stationary shop and buys a blue notebook and this sort of becomes his inspiration to begin to draft a story. There are many parallels to the story he is devising and his real life, and certain things seem to take on a life of their own.
Within Auster鈥檚 work, there are certain elements that the author investigates, one of which is the element of how future events work. In many ways, Oracle Night is a mediation on life and its struggles, and how quite often the literary and literal world aren鈥檛 as far apart as we imagine.
There are many layers to this novel, and this is a book that will have you reflecting after you read the final page, which I think is the hallmark of an engaging and thoughtful book.
Shall I change the stars I've given this book about 10 years ago because I enjoyed it even more this time? Is it the story or me that has changed?? The changes I've been through these past 10 years must be enormous as I totally connected with the book in a totally different way this time. I love the way Auster puts things, and I even love more how the things unfold gradually throughout the story. No doubt he is one of the greatest authors I have read. I will try reading this magical novel when I'm turning 40 to see how it goes then.
'If you have never read Auster before,' proclaims a quote displayed on the cover of this edition of Oracle Night, 'this is the place to start.' I hadn't read Auster before beginning this book, but I'd been meaning to for a while - especially since I've now read three of his wife (Siri Hustvedt)'s books and have gathered that their work ie very similar in style and theme. I wasn't out looking for an Auster book, I was just browsing at the library, but when I spotted it, the intriguing summary and that quote were good enough for me.
Oracle Night is short, but packed with detail. It's a multi-layered story, beginning with Sidney Orr - a novelist who is recovering from a severe illness - buying a unique Portuguese notebook in a rather odd stationery store. On the recommendation of his friend, also a novelist, Sidney begins to flesh out an idea for a story concerning a man who suffers a near-death experience and impulsively leaves his wife and home, resolving to start his life anew in a different city. The narrative follows both the progression of this tale and its protagonist Nick Bowen, and the 'real' story of Sidney, whose relationship with his wife Grace (the history of which is detailed in a number of footnotes) begins to flounder soon after he acquires the notebook. Meanwhile, Sidney attempts to re-write HG Wells' The Time Machine as a modern film script, turning it into an unconventional romance, and the Nick narrative also has a further strand wherein the character is profoundly affected by the contents of a lost manuscript, the title of which is Oracle Night. Like I said, multi-layered.
There are definitely elements of the weird about this story - the disappearance and relocation of the Paper Palace and its enigmatic proprietor, the 'powers' of the notebook - but it isn't a paranormal or fantasy novel. This really appealed to me - I love the combination of literary prose and hints of the unexplained. I also LOVED the writing. It is very like Hustvedt's, though it's also quite easy to tell the difference. Despite all the intricacies of the plot, it often seems secondary to the way the story is told, the ideas it explores. There are parallels galore and the book often touches on the relationship between fiction and reality and/or language and action.
I'd have liked this book to be longer (and it easily could have been), but overall it was a fantastic read which piqued my interest in Auster enough for me to go straight on to another of his books - - after finishing it.
The story was confusing,the end upset me,and i feel depressed after finishing it....may be it wasn't the right time for me to read it... the part about his mysterious blue notebook,and how it give Sidney Auster's protagonist,some kind of power over his writing.... and it's effective impact in changing the direction of the story from time to time, was the only interesting thing .....
"Those notebooks are very friendly, but they can also be cruel, and you have to watch out you don't get lost in them," warns Trause.
听 A volte conosciamo le cose prima che succedano anche se non ne siamo consapevoli. Viviamo nel presente, ma il futuro 猫 dentro di noi in ogni momento.
L'incipit 猫 intrigante Ero stato malato per molto tempo . Il giorno in cui lasciai l鈥檕spedale camminavo a fatica e quasi non ricordavo pi霉 chi avrei dovuto essere. Usi la volont脿, mi disse il medico, e in tre o quattro mesi torner脿 come prima. Non gli credetti, ma seguii lo stesso il suo consiglio. Mi avevano dato per morto, e ora che avevo smentito i pronostici evitando misteriosamente di morire, che scelta mi restava se non vivere come se mi aspettasse una vita futura?
Paul Auster con La notte dell'oracolo ci regala una storia nella storia nella storia ,un gioco di specchi, riverberi un romanzo-matriosKa magnetico , avvincente, una scrittura fluida, raffinata , in sottofondo l'intrigante musica del caso
coglievo un'inaudita assenza di lotta interna, un equilibrio della mente che sembrava esentarla dai soliti conflitti e dalle solite pressioni della vita moderna: il dubbio di s茅, l'invidia, il sarcasmo, il bisogno di giudicare gli altri, o di svalutarli, il dolore infuocato e intollerabile dell'ambizione personale. Grace era giovane ,ma aveva un'anima antica e navigata [..]fu di questo che mi innamorai : del senso di calma che l'avvolgeva, del radioso silenzio che ardeva in lei
Auster here takes story-telling and uses that as a means to ponder reality and every labyrinthine way this translates through perception. He takes the maze and straightens it out so that every turn, every fork, every dead end corridor or way in or out is set parallel. Then what is left is something like the strata of rock, each layer signifying different eras in soil but here the unknowable passage we take from our point of view, fractured, subjective and incomplete. Auster takes that sample in stone and removes it from its original position, cuts out a slab, showing each layer stark in its particular colour and bleeding into every other, and polishes it until it reflects a clear light. Then he lays it down flat so that there is no point of orientation, we can't make out the bottom from the top, but we can glide over its slippery surface taking great care and occasionally glance down at some weird reflection.
The way in of the story within a story within a story within a going on for infinity is almost the least relevant aspect when experiencing this novel. Sure, it is the point of entry, the conceit, but that is not what is delivered whilst reading this. This is not a puzzle waiting to be solved, or a challenge, or somewhere to find solidity. I feel I float through the best of what he does and it is difficult to get a handle on what is being reached for. In The New York Trilogy Auster writes:
"It was something like the word 'it' in the phrase 'it is raining' or 'it is night'. What that 'it' referred to Quinn had never known."
And that is where I find this novel: walking hand in hand with the 'it'. For all the urban mysticism, the disambiguation folding back on itself, the necessary clarity of prose, the deft straddling of psychological nuance and the conveyance of time and perception relative to existence, I'm none the wiser. Perhaps that is precisely 'it'.
I have added a blue notebook to my Christmas wishlist.