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218 pages, Paperback

First published January 1, 2008

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Paul Auster

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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.

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Profile Image for Will Byrnes.
1,358 reviews121k followers
August 8, 2024
鈥淚 am alone in the dark.鈥� One of the more evocative existential opening lines. And it tells much about what follows. August Brill is 72, a Pulitzer Prize winning book critic who is confined to a wheelchair, and mourning the loss of his wife. While convalescing, he is living with his divorced daughter and his granddaughter, Katya, who is mourning the horrible death of her boyfriend in Iraq. We see the events of the story through Brill鈥檚 eyes. In attempting to overcome a bout of insomnia, and perhaps escape the dark place in which he finds himself, Brill concocts a story in his imagination, an alternate reality to the reader, reminding one of Tralfamador in Slaughterhouse Five.

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His alt-world is thinly made, a USA in which civil war erupted after Bush v Gore. If only. His imaginary protagonist is Corporal Owen Brick, a young magician who finds himself transformed into a soldier, worse, an assassin. The target of this assassination has a certain snake-devouring-it鈥檚-own-tail appeal. Brick has relationships that parallel Brill鈥檚 and should serve to illuminate his creator鈥檚 reality. But it seemed to me that they did not offer much light.

Not a lot is made of Brick鈥檚 career in alt-world, but Brill refers to himself as a magician in real-world, regarding a difficult emotional balancing act.

The book almost demands multiple readings in order to peel back the layers. First, there is the surface. Brill is a man who is trying to cope with having suffered a great loss. That makes him sympathetic, garnering our interest. It turns out he is maybe not all that wonderful a person, which certainly loosens our connection. But his affection for his daughter and granddaughter, and his love for his late wife, leave us enough to keep some connection alive. I was most moved when Brill tells his granddaughter of his life with and love for his late wife.

Another layer is a question of the nature of our reality. Are we more real than the characters in a story? Why could we not, ourselves, be characters in someone else鈥檚 story?
by putting myself into the story the story becomes real. Or else I become unreal, yet one more figment of my own imagination.
Interesting stuff, if a bit like trying to read a popular science piece about string theory. Does that make God the ultimate author? Are we all characters in our own novels?
And why does this man deserve to die?
Because he owns the war. He invented it, and everything that happens or is about to happen is in his head. Eliminate that head and the war stops. It鈥檚 that simple.
Simple? You make him sound like God.
Not God, Corporal, just a man. He sits in a room all day writing it down, and whatever he writes comes true.
There are observations on the state of contemporary life as well, particularly the permanent war of 1984. Brill/Brick has been moving between realities:
How long has it been since you鈥檝e been back on this side?
Fifteen years. This is my first trip. It wasn鈥檛 even possible until about three months ago. You were the first one to go back and forth. Did you know that?
No one ever told me anything.
It鈥檚 like stepping into a dream, isn鈥檛 it? The same place, but entirely different. America without war. It鈥檚 hard to digest. You get so used to the fighting, it kind of creeps into your bones, and after a while, you can鈥檛 imagine a world without it.
America鈥檚 at war. All right. We鈥檙e just not fighting it here. Not yet, anyway.
Wars figure prominently in the tale. There is the civil war in alt-world, the Iraq war in real-world, history told about World War II, and on a smaller scale, one conflict stands in for larger ones:
[In Newark during the 1967 riot] Not long after we returned to the mayor's office, in walked a member of the New Jersey State police, a certain Colonel Brand or Brandt, a man around forty with a razor-sharp crew cut, a square, clenched jaw and the hard eyes of a marine about to embark on a commando mission. He shook hands with [mayor] Addonizio, sat down in a chair, and then pronounced these words: We're gonna hunt down every black bastard in this city. I probably shouldn't have been shocked, but I was. Not by the statement, perhaps, but by the chilling contempt of the voice that uttered it...that was my war. Not a real war, perhaps, but once you witness violence on that scale, it isn't difficult to imagine something worse, and once your mind is capable of doing that, you understand that the worst possibilities of the imagination are the country you live in. Just think it, and the chances are it will happen.
Auster has some fun with names. The Molly Wald in alt-world is hardly the sweetheart of John Hughes fame. That Brill asks his granddaughter to call him Augie can hardly be pure coincidence. He tosses in references to Blake and Bloch as well.

Brill and Katya self-medicate to some classic foreign films, noting particularly how some directors use inanimate objects to convey emotional content. This leads one to look for that in the novel, but if it was present, I missed it.

I am not sure I liked this book, but I found it very thought-provoking, and may even go back and read it again. I got the feeling that there was much here that did not get through my dense hide.
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99 reviews45 followers
March 30, 2020
鈥淚 am alone in the dark.鈥�

I'd never read a book by Auster before.
I'd heard he had deeply devoted fans, and now I know why. This guy's in a class by himself.

Do you want to read something unlike anything you've ever read before? Read this one.

A man wakes up in a deep, dark hole in the ground. He doesn't know where he is or how he got there. He can hear the sounds of warfare outside.

He has woken up in a parallel world in a parallel America. This America is caught in the throws of a tragic second civil war. But that's not the whole story, not even close.

鈥淭here's no single reality, Corporal. There are many realities. There's no single world. There are many worlds, and they all run parallel to one another, worlds and anti-worlds, worlds and shadow-worlds, and each world is dreamed or imagined or written by someone in another world. Each world is the creation of a mind.鈥�

This book is strange, it's different, it's great. It's Auster.
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1,251 reviews148 followers
January 12, 2024
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1,820 reviews
January 10, 2012
The Philippines exports lots of domestic helpers (household helpers, nannies, girl Fridays, cleaners, caregivers, etc.) to overseas. Those ladies and men are normally college graduates or finished some units in college. Most of them are teachers because their monthly salary here in the Philippines is low and not enough to satisfy that they think they families deserve. Most of them find their possible employers from agencies who have contacts abroad, mostly in Hong Kong, Singapore and some countries in the Middle East, Europe and North America.

Had I been one of them, I would apply to be a domestic helper in America. But I will be choosy in which household I want to be employed at. After all, I also went to a graduate school on top of my double-college degrees!

And the first in my list will be the residence of Mr. Paul Auster, 64, and his wife Ms. Siri Hustvedt, 55!

This is my fourth book by Sir Paul Auster and I guess he has no way to disappoint me. New York Trilogy (1987), The Music of Chance (1990) and Invisible (2009). They all got 4 stars from me. His works are not mushy and melodramatic yet they are sentimental and they can trigger a flurry of emotions. They have enough suspense and his characters are enigmatic. His imagination is superbly wild and you鈥檒l never able to predict where he is bringing you to. That character-driven suspense that is different from the usual plot-driven suspense, i.e., your standard mystery-thriller style, is what makes Paul Auster鈥檚 trademark different from others in this genre.

And his wife, his second, the one who lives with him now: Ma鈥檃m Siri Hustvedt, I鈥檝e read two of her books, The Enchantment of Lily Dahl (1996) and What I Loved (2003) and they are both surprisingly brilliant! Her prose is a bit dark, her storytelling is subtle yet the imagery that she creates and her characters are all multi-dimensional. They are not mushy too that is a breath of fresh air from the many female writers of her (or our) generation.

I would like to imagine myself in their household washing their dishes and listening to their husband-wife conversations. Huh?!? Not the bedroom conversations, you and your dirty mind... Or me dusting off their volumes and volumes of books in their library and secretly reading their manuscripts in their work desks. That would be the best job in the world! Oh, Sir Paul Auster and Ma鈥檃m Siri Hustvedt, hire me, please? I am willing to wipe off your asses when you are already too old to do it yourselves!

Man in the Dark my 4th novel written by Sir Paul Auster was first published in 2008. There is nothing really original about it. I鈥檝e already read books with 鈥渁 story within a story鈥� like Italo Calvino鈥檚 If on a Winter鈥檚 Night a Traveler (1979) or even 鈥渁 story within a story within a story鈥� like Flann O鈥橞rien鈥檚 At Swim-To-Birds (1939). The mysterious man in the hole also is not original since Haruki Murakami had his Toru Okada in the hole in his 1994 masterpiece, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle.

This book is also a bit different from Sir Paul Auster鈥檚 usual mystery-thriller flavor. It does not have any character who is a detective or with mysterious background or past. However, you would still feel the mystery behind his characters by reading their thoughts, expressed or implied. This book starts with this line narrated by the main protagonist, a 72-y/o August Brill who could not sleep because of insomnia: "I am alone in the dark, turning the world around in my head as I struggle through another bout of insomnia, another white night in the great American wilderness." Brill鈥檚 wife, Sonia recently died of cancer and he is recuperating from a car accident. He could not sleep so he tells himself stories. The stories seem to come alive as his life later becomes intertwined with the fictional characters that he himself created. Well, I鈥檒l not go into details because that would be too much of a spoiler.

The ending of the story within the story is just too abrupt; I found it a bit jarring. I wished Sir Paul Auster continued and made it a bit longer.

Also, the oft-repeated line, 鈥榯he weird world rolls on, 鈥� apparently penned by Rose Hawthorne, the daughter of Nathaniel (of The House of the Seven Gables), is the novel鈥檚 leitmotif. But cute as the phrase is, Sir Paul Auster sorry, Sir! seems to send a pessimistic message at the end of the book.

The book has everything good in it except a proper positive ending. But sir, ma鈥檃m, when will I send my resume? I am all-around. I can cook, I can scrub your floor, I know how to use the washing machine, I can drive, I know how to take your blood pressure, I can tend to your garden, I know how to vacuum, I can wash your cars, I am fond of dogs, etc etc. I can even work for free if you only let me read your manuscripts!
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275 reviews107 followers
June 28, 2018
This book made a lasting impression by making me laugh. A full burst of laughing out loud. No book has ever done that for me.

I'm including the funny part by the end of this review.

Man in the Dark tells the story鈥攖he stories I should say鈥攐f August Brill, a seventy-two-year-old retired literary critic, handicapped and suffering from insomnia. August whiles away the night tossing and turning in bed, thinking up stories either from memory or imagination.

During this long night, he tells us a made-up story about some Owen Brick, a man who wakes up in a hole in a fictional America torn by a second civil war. The story happens in August's mind, and the war reflects his inner turmoil and inability to sleep.

Brick, our metafictional hero, is suddenly rescued by a certain Tobak, a sergeant who comes in with a rope and an intel: Brick's mission is to end the war by killing the only one responsible, August Freaking Brill.

At this point, the whole thing seems like an unconscious defense mechanism on the part of August鈥攁n embedded fantasy inside the main narrative that conceals his unconscious desire to die, or a displacing of his desire to kill himself by projecting it on a fictional character. This is what the Freudians call Thanatos.

Anyway, this narrative scheme fits in with the post-postmodern style and everything mellows out into a heartwarming familial tale of love and compassion, an empathic attempt to relate鈥攁 deep seated desire for human connection and warmth. The whole thing just turns out in a beautiful way.

I say this but I've forgotten to mention some important details about the reasons of August's insomnia. He lives with his daughter Miriam, a forty-seven-year-old writer who has been abandoned by her husband, and her daughter Katya, a twenty-three-year-old former student transformed into a shut-in after the gruesome killing of her boyfriend in Iraq.

The book ends with a communal sharing of love and relatedness, foreshadowing a coming to inner peace and harmony with the beautiful voice of Rose Hawthorne saying,

"As the weird world rolls on."


Full-blown five stars and favorited.

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And yeah, this is the funny part:

"My mother had a voluminous chest, twenty times the size of Sonia's. One Saturday morning, she and Miriam were sitting on the sofa together watching cartoons. A commercial for pizza came on, which ended with the words: Now, that's a pizza! A moment later, your mother turned to my mother, clamped her mouth on her grandmother鈥檚 right breast, and then came up shouting: Now, that鈥檚 a pizza! My mother laughed so hard, she let out a fart, a gigantic trumpet blast of a fart. That got Miriam laughing so wildly, she peed in her pants. She jumped off the sofa and started running around the room, yelling at the top of her lungs: Fart-pee, fart-pee, oui, oui, oui!"


I just couldn't help but lose it when the great grandmother farted :D

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533 reviews130 followers
March 22, 2024
For me a novel by Paul Auster always is a winner!!!

The writing is superb, the story flows unconstrained, casually and easily like as propel by magic..
The characters brimming with life, unmistakable it is the powerful voice of one of the few remaining master storyteller..
Indeed a true American original!!

Well having said that, "The Man in the Dark" kept me turning the pages and if it does exists something called a compulsive reading, then here you have it before your nose!!

Honestly folks, I literally couldn't put it down..
If you wanted to have my hardback edition then you had to tear it out of my dead and cold hands..

From the dust jacket:
"Passionate and shocking.. a book that forces us to confront the darkness off night even as it celebrates the existence of ordinary joys.."

Seventy-two-year-old August Brill is a Literatur critic, after having had a bad car accident he tries to recover from and night after night he tells himself stories..

He has to dealt with the recent death of his wife Sonia..
In Vermont living with his daughter and granddaughter the last decisive struggle of his life is lash loose hunted by memories and the demons of the past!!!

Parallel worlds, the negative and eroding force of guilt, the vulnerability of trusting, and the deep and bitter wounds of betrayal, this are some of the topics dealt in this novel..

A book which everyone should read..
Pregnant and saturated with the power of change our awareness, conscience, and realization!!!

Happy readings

Dean;)
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108 reviews112 followers
June 21, 2018
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934 reviews2,689 followers
April 21, 2022
CRITIQUE:

A Sleeping Man in a Hole

To date, I've enjoyed most of Paul Auster's high concept post-modernist fiction.

This novel is an amalgam of two stories that, in the end, don't quite amalgamate or cohere.

One story concerns a 72 year old former book critic (August Brill) who has been injured in a car accident and is confined to a wheelchair. He reminisces about his deceased wife (Sonia) with his granddaughter (Katya), whose estranged husband has been murdered in Iraq.

During bouts of insomnia, when he is "alone in the dark", he tells himself stories, one of which is the story within the main story that we're reading. It's set in a parallel world in which there is a four year old civil war in the United States:

"There is no single reality...There are many realities. There's no single world. There are many worlds, and they all run parallel to one another, worlds and anti-worlds, worlds and shadow-worlds, and each world is dreamed or imagined or written by someone in another world. Each world is the creation of a mind."

At times, the novel could almost have been written by Philip K. Dick.

Brill invents the character, Owen Brick, and puts him in a hole, in a corporal's uniform:

"That felt like a good start, a promising way to get things going. Put a sleeping man in a hole, and then see what happens when he wakes up and tries to crawl out."

This could also be the premise for a Murakami novel. Or even one of Kurt Vonnegut's

The Character Assassin

Brick is rescued by a sergeant who introduces him to another officer (Lou Frisk) who wants to assign him to a mission in which he must assassinate August Brill. In this other world ("the weird world, the battered world, the weird world rolling on as wars flame all around us"), Brill -

"...owns the war. He invented it, and everything that happens or is about to happen is in his head. Eliminate that head, and the war stops. It's that simple...He sits in a room all day writing it down, and whatever he writes comes true."

Brick extrapolates, "You're saying it's a story, that a man is writing a story, and we're all part of it..."

This is a common postmodern trope, which has previously attracted Auster. For the characters, the fiction of the story is their truth, their reality. It's only fiction for the author and the reader. So the characters' reality must conclude with the end of the novel or the death of the author:

"And after he's killed...the war ends...and everything goes back to normal."

So Frisk's plan is that Brill will effectively commit suicide by character assassination.

The Juxtaposition of Two Stories

You wonder how these two stories will interact with each other: will they converge or diverge, or will they run in parallel?

Brill himself asks: "The question is: at what point did [or will] the two stories begin to diverge?"

There's little scope to separate the stories. There are no chapters or clear divisions within the text. Auster often switches from one story to the other within the space of a paragraph (the second story is, after all, in the head of a character in the first story). Characters resemble each other or appear in both stories (e.g., the attractive schoolgirl sweetheart, Virginia Blaine). Both Brill and Brick have had multiple wives. They're broken mirror images of each other.

Most readers would expect the stories to converge, which would mean that Brick ends up assassinating Brill. Brill explains his perspective:

"The story is about a man who must kill the person who created him, and why pretend that I am not that person? By putting myself into the story, the story becomes real. Or else I become unreal, yet one more figment of my own imagination..."

There's some appeal in the possibility that the author or narrator might have become an unreal element in his own story, a mere creation of his own imagination. Perhaps the self, after all, is imaginary or even illusory. As might be reality.

The stories seem to diverge when Brill engages in a lengthy conversation with Katya about his relationship with Sonia, her grandmother, a conversation that continues for the last third of the book. Here, Auster is at his most sentimentalistic, while the assassination plot moves off centre-stage for the duration.

This leaves the assassination hanging, so to speak.


A PASTICHE OF AN ENDING
[Apologies to Paul Auster]:


Virginia Blaine drove Owen to her home in Wellington, where she was determined to have her brief moment of joy with him. The man and woman who had met as children would take mutual pleasure in their adult bodies.

Neither of them had had sex for months, and it was mid morning before either of them woke up and went down to the kitchen. Virginia was first, and when Owen eventually followed her down, she had already loaded some food and drinks into a cooler in the front seat of her Mercedes. He couldn't tell whether it was intended for lunch or dinner.

By the time they got back on the highway, and were heading towards Vermont, they could hear helicopter engines, followed soon after by strafing each side of the car.

Virginia saw a side road that she turned down, and soon they were obscured by the tree cover. She switched the car engine off and waited for any sign that the armed forces had found their location. They waited there until it started to get dark, when she resumed their trip towards Vermont.

She placed her hand in Owen's lap, and asked if he wanted anything. By this time, the only thing on his mind was food, and he asked for a sandwich. Virginia passed one over to him, without taking her eyes off the road.

Meanwhile, twenty miles to the northwest, in a white wooden house in southern Vermont, August Brill got up from his desk and decided to take a hot bath before turning into bed. He turned the hot tap on and watched the water pour into the enamel tub. He estimated that it would take a quarter of an hour to fill the tub.

Virginia parked on the street outside Brill's home, kissed Owen and wished him good luck. Owen took his knife out of his back pack, ran his thumb along the edge and confirmed its sharpness. It was a domestic knife, rather than standard military issue.

The front door was unlocked, and Owen walked into the empty lounge. He observed that the stairs were carpeted, so he hoped that he could go upstairs without being heard, which he did. As he got to the top of the stairs, he detected the sound of running water. He walked along the corridor in the direction of the sound, where he found the bathroom door to be open. Brill clearly wasn't expecting a visitor.

When Owen looked through the doorway, he saw that Brill was already in the tub, looking away from the door and towards the night sky over the street.

Brill's arms were submerged in the steamy water. Owen wondered whether he should slit Brill's throat. However, while he was considering his options, Brill lifted his arms onto the side of the tub, exposing the flesh of his arms. Owen's decision was made for him. If he slit Brill's wrists, then not only would he die quickly, but it would look like he had actually committed suicide, once he'd dropped the knife in the bath.

Owen took less time to do the act then it might have taken you to read the previous paragraph. Brill didn't even open his eyes, to see who the perpetrator was. He just let his arms slip back into the hot water. It was as if he knew what was coming and was comfortable with his fate. Of course, there is always the chance that Brill had written what Owen was going to do.

The bath water was totally red by the time Brill ceased breathing, and Owen went back down the stairs. When he opened the passenger door, Virginia asked, cryptically, "Done?" Owen nodded and kissed her, then he placed his hand on her left breast and squeezed it gently. Virginia asked, "Are you ready for bed?" Owen nodded again, and Virginia responded, "Good. Let's go home."


SOUNDTRACK:
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619 reviews298 followers
February 2, 2015
Me da igual que Auster empiece a jugar a las mu帽ecas rusas en la p谩gina 3, me da igual que me recuerde a Travels in the Scriptorium, me da igual que sus personajes me recuerden a otros, me da igual que haya tanto escritor suelto en Nueva York, me da absolutamente igual todo, porque una vez m谩s, Auster me engancha desde la primera p谩gina y no me deja ir. Y estoy tan a gusto dentro de su mundo... el otro d铆a sal铆a por esta p谩gina el tema de nuestros autores vivos favoritos: bien, yo me ir铆a de copas con Nick Hornby, sin dudarlo. Me hubiera gustado tener un affaire adolescente con Baricco, de 茅sos medio plat贸nicos, con vino, rosas y poemas. Me hubiera encantado que Benedetti fuera mi abuelo. Y tener de profesor a Camus, aunque no este vivo, hubiera sido lo m谩ximo. Incluso me gustar铆a una charla con Palahniuk, aunque estar铆a toda ella sufriendo. Y Stephen King hubiera sido un compa帽ero de juegos genial en la infancia y preadolescencia.
Pero para compartir mi vida adulta, quiero a Auster. Quiero su inteligencia sin pedanter铆a, quiero sus historias dentro de historias, quiero su sinceridad sin afectaci贸n, quiero su tristeza y su infinita curiosidad... quiero compartir m谩s cosas con 茅l. Y por eso, aunque vivo en Barcelona y cada a帽o por Sant Jordi podr铆a ir a que mis autores favoritos me firmaran sus libros, nunca lo hecho. Y sin embargo, nada me impedir谩 estar en el Sal贸 de Cent del Ayuntamiento de Barcelona el 6 de Octubre para poder contemplar a Mr. Auster in person.



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851 reviews4,580 followers
March 5, 2015
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Author听6 books1,736 followers
June 21, 2008
Back when I was an undergraduate in college (not that I ever did any graduate work, but I'm about to make fun of myself, and making fun of 'undergraduates' is a literary tradition in these parts) I got a total boner* for structuralism. And then post-structuralism. I was dating Sarah and she was like, 'Hey, you like this soulless pomo bullshit, you should read this book I just read and didn't like, the New York Trilogy,' I was all, sweet, empty soulless pomo bullshit! And read it, and didn't really like it much, and realized that- as we learned from Alain Robbe-Grillet- fiction rooted in structuralist or post-structuralist theory is way more fun to talk about than it is to read.

So anyway, I was all, fuck Paul Auster, that guy writes boring experimental novels that don't make me have any feelings. Y'know, judging his twenty or so books on the basis of one early work. And then person after person who I respected- and probably more relevantly, who could give a fuck about Roland Barthes- were like, 'oh man, that Paul Auster book rules, it's told from the perspective of a dog' or 'dude the Brooklyn Follies is the best book I've ever read' or 'man I get so hopeless when I read Paul Auster.'

Which always perks up my jaded ears. Hopeless? Yeah?

So a proof of his new book came into the store, it was short, and I said, what the fuck. Why not. And it was good! Turns out I've been an asshole the whole time, which I love to find out. I think it'd be hard to make a five-star book out of a hundred and eighty pages, but that's just me- this book worked really well. It approached metafiction but never got to the heights of plasticity and masturbation that that word implies to me- it was kind of self-referential, but only insofar as the protagonist was referring to himself for himself. Or whatever. The point is, three quarters of the way through- um, spoiler- the Auster just kind of abandons the whole metafiction conceit and tells a story.

Which, I mean, let's metaphorize- are we talking about metafictionalyzing as a way to avoid telling direct emotional truths? And is this book then kind of a refutation of the experimentalism of the New York Trilogy? Are you saying, Paul Auster, that I was right not to like your signature work much? Or is this just a bunch more postmodern redirection and shuffling of signs?

Either way, as a story, this works on its own, and in the context of what I know of Auster's work (which like I said isn't much) it's pretty friggin interesting. So yes! It felt like there wasn't quite enough novel to give it five stars, but it's definitely worth four.








*How in love with the phrase 'total boner' am I lately? Jesus, I feel like I use it once or twice in every review, like back when I started every single one with 'maaaaaaaan...'
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353 reviews945 followers
January 5, 2012
*Fanfare*
Yes, it is Paul Auster time again ladies and gentlemen.

Paul. I love you.

Almost as hard to write as it is to say, although technically my fingers are more limber and better versed at communication as they are without the subtle patina of sceptical hoar frost which coats my cryogenically chilled cardio-vascular chambers.

As I have previously discussed, my first few dates with Paul were suspicious, sullen affairs where I peered at the pages with an arched eyebrow trying to decided... " genius or arty-toss?" There was no love, oh no. For a while I was swerving towards arty-toss, then actually I realised just how wrong I was. And then there was the love, oh yes.

Man in the Dark treads a familiar but not unwelcome path with a story, within a story, within a story but not in the David Mitchell Cloud Atlas-y five tale matrioshka way. This is more subtle - more intricately folded than conveniently stacked. A Man in the Dark, alone, lulls himself to sleep by telling a fictional tale of a parallel world where America did not go to war with Iraq, instead it went to war with itself. For this man a re-imagining of the past helps him come to terms with the present for there is another story which does not want to be told.

Paul Auster is the master of literary origami and I am a big fan of the way his stories unfold. They unfold and unfolds and oh look, it's a crane. But wait, if you keep unfolding it becomes one of those weird six sided fortune telling things that you used to make in the playground when you were a kid. You know the kind I mean? Pick a colour, pick a number... either way it's not the same shaped thing that you started out with but it is still the same book.

I have In the Country of Last Things lined up to be read this month. Expect more love and possibly more bad origami references.



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Author听9 books1,008 followers
November 23, 2013
I enjoy the 'tricks' in Auster's fiction, even if they are repetitive throughout his oeuvre. Though this novel contains none of his usual tricks, Auster seems to explain why he sometimes puts himself into his own works through the words of August Brill, his narrator. Brill is telling himself a story, in the dark, because he can't sleep:
The story is about a man who must kill the person who created him, and why pretend that I am not that person? By putting myself into the story, the story becomes real. Or else I become unreal, yet one more figment of my own imagination. Either way, the effect is more satisfying, more in harmony with my mood--which is dark, my little ones, as dark as the obsidian night that surrounds me.


This slim novel is about more than creativity and insomnia. Its musings have more to do with humanity's seemingly insatiable desire for war (the idea that if a certain war was eliminated, up would pop a different one) and the stories we tell ourselves to try to distance ourselves from the horrors. In its ending (giving me a frisson of discomfort, I saw it coming at the first mention of -- no, I won't say it) Auster ends up looking at one of the horrors unblinkingly, a tribute to the other meaning of the title.

Perhaps because its themes are executed in a span of relatively few pages, I was reminded (superficially?) of Martin Amis' . And the man in the hole in the story-within-the-story helped me understand more fully the possible meanings of characters of (another writer with his own 'tricks') also finding themselves in deep holes in the ground.
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517 reviews226 followers
May 10, 2019
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605 reviews237 followers
August 17, 2022
August Brill sufer膬 at芒t de tare (pentru c膬 a r膬mas v膬duv, pentru c膬 este plin de remu葯c膬ri pentru ce fel de so葲 a fost, pentru c膬 absurdul vie葲ii le-a lovit 葯i pe fiica 葯i nepoata lui, pentru c膬 starea lui e "mai 卯ntunecat膬 dec芒t noaptea obsidian膬" ce 卯l 卯nconjoar膬) 卯nc芒t 卯葯i inventeaz膬 propriul lui (chiar a葯a se exprim膬) r膬zboi civil 葯i propriul uciga葯.
Mi-a pl膬cut ideea unui al doilea r膬zboi civil american, 卯n care statele progresiste 卯ncearc膬 s膬 creeze o societate utopic膬, f膬r膬 arme, cu asigurare medical膬 universal膬 葯i cu profesori cu salarii cvadruple (ca s膬 卯i atrag膬 pe cei mai sclipitori tineri 卯n 卯nv膬葲膬m芒nt). Poate m-a mi葯cat acest r膬zboi inventat (cu ironie) 葯i pentru c膬 am citit cartea 卯n aceast膬 s膬pt膬m芒n膬 de ianuarie 2021 卯n care conspira葲ioni葯tii conservatori au invadat Capitoliul 卯n numele lui Trump 葯i o lume 卯ntreag膬 a 卯ntrez膬rit posibilitatea unui r膬zboi civil american.
Mi-a pl膬cut c膬 un critic literar premiat cu Pullitzer 卯ncepe la 70 de ani s膬 creeze fic葲iune, pe care nu o noteaz膬 nic膬ieri, pentru a-葯i 卯mbl芒nzi insomniile.
Mi-a pl膬cut de c芒nd am deschis cartea s膬 v膬d c膬 acest micro-roman 卯i e dedicat lui David Grossman (葯i familiei lui, care a pierdut un membru, la fel ca familia din roman), unul dintre cei mai dragi scriitori ai mei.
Eu v膬d aceea葯i ironie afectuoas膬 la Auster 葯i la Grossman, chiar dac膬 par at芒t de diferite stilurile lor.

E o carte mult mai pu葲in tenebroas膬 dec芒t Trilogia New York-ului sau 4321, trecerea dintr-o lume 卯n alta e mult mai clar膬. Dar am g膬sit aceea葯i intens膬 scrutare a sufletului 葯i aceea葯i limpezime t膬ioas膬 葯i emo葲ionant膬 卯n descrierea ororilor 葯i luminilor pe care le g膬se葯te 卯n膬untru.
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1,488 reviews494 followers
February 22, 2020
Numa casa convivem tr锚s gera莽玫es, tr锚s pessoas a viver diferentes tipos de luto, mas em profundo sofrimento. Na escurid茫o, que 茅 intr铆nseca e extr铆nseca, Brill, de 72 anos, assiste a filmes antigos com a neta, debate-se com ins贸nias e as recorda莽玫es da mulher falecida e escreve uma hist贸ria em que o protagonista parece ter nas m茫os o destino do seu criador. Muito inteligente e bem arquitectado, mas a decis茫o de Paul Auster largar a distopia que decorria em paralelo para dar primazia 脿s reminisc锚ncias e aos fantasmas do passado desiludiu-me um pouco.

鈥淩ose Hawthorne n茫o era grande coisa como poeta, pois n茫o?
(...) Mas h谩 um verso... um grande verso. Creio que 茅 das melhores coisas que alguma vez li.
Que verso 茅? Pergunta ela, virando-se para mim.
'Enquanto o bizarro mundo continua a girar'."
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470 reviews112 followers
April 17, 2021
A short, but interesting read. The story the narrator tells himself in the dark reminded me of Murakami, though Auster stops where he, I think, would have dissolved the barrier between reality and fiction completely.
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2,285 reviews1,191 followers
August 26, 2024
It is undoubtedly not Auster's best work, but it is worth reading, especially for its construction. August Brill, immobilized following a car accident, lives with his daughter Myriam, who is not recovering from her divorce, as is Katya, who is also drifting after the death of her lover: 3 generations who suffer, who seek meaning for meaning. August, during his sleepless nights, invents stories and creates characters - for the sole purpose of avoiding thinking about Sonia, his late wife. If I liked August, Myriam, and his daughter, I was less fond of the story within the story, even if the allegory is subtly woven against the backdrop of September 11, leaving the readers intrigued.
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October 27, 2012

乇噩賱 賮賷 丕賱馗賱丕賲 鬲噩丕賵夭 丕賱爻亘毓賷賳 賵 亘爻丕賯賺 賲賰爻賵乇丞 賵 賷丨鬲賱 丕賱胤丕亘賯 丕賱兀乇囟賷 賵 賮賷 丕賱兀毓賱賶 丕亘賳鬲賴 丕賱兀乇賲賱丞 賵 丨賮賷丿鬲賴 丕賱鬲賷 賮賯丿鬲 賱賱兀亘丿 氐丿賷賯賴丕 賲丐禺乇丕賸 . 賵 賱兀賳賴 賷卮賰賵 丕賱兀乇賯 賷毓賲丿 廿賱賶 爻乇丿 丕賱賰孬賷乇 賲賳 丕賱賯氐氐 賵 丕禺鬲賱丕賯賴丕 賵 亘賴匕賴 丕賱胤乇賷賯丞 賷爻丕毓丿 毓賯丕乇亘 丕賱爻丕毓丞 毓賱賶 丕賱毓賲賱 兀賵 毓賱賶 賵噩賴 丕賱丿賯丞 賷賱賴賵 毓賳 賲乇丕賯亘丞 丕賱賵賯鬲 .

賷賮囟賱 丕賱毓鬲賲丞 毓賱賶 丕賱囟賵亍 丕賱賲夭毓噩 賱毓賷賳賷賴 貙 賮賷 賰賱 丕賱兀丨賵丕賱 匕丕賰乇丞 兀賵睾爻鬲 亘乇賷賱 賲囟丕亍丞 亘丕賱賰丕賲賱 . 賷爻鬲賷賯馗 亘胤賱 亘乇賷賱 賮賷 丨賮乇丞 賱丕 賷賲賰賳賴 丕賱禺乇賵噩 賲賳賴丕 賵 亘毓丿 賱兀賷 賵 賷兀爻 賷禺乇噩賴 兀丨丿賴賲 賮賷噩丿 兀賲乇賷賰丕 鬲禺賵囟 丨乇亘丕賸 賵 賱賰賳賴丕 賴匕賴 丕賱賲乇丞 鬲禺賵囟賴丕 囟丿 兀賲乇賷賰丕 賳賮爻賴丕 . 兀賵睾爻鬲 亘乇賷賱 賳賮爻賴 鬲丨丿賶 丕賱丨乇亘 丕賱毓丕賱賲賷丞 賵 賱賰賳 爻賳賾賴 丕賱氐睾賷乇 丨丕賱 丿賵賳賴丕 賵 賱賲丕 兀乇丕丿 兀賳 賷鬲胤賵毓 丨丕賱 丿賵賳賴 鬲卮禺賷氐 胤亘賷 禺丕胤賷亍 賵 賮賷 夭賲賳 賮賷鬲賳丕賲 賰丕賳 賯丿 鬲噩丕賵夭 丕賵睾爻鬲 丕賱爻賳 丕賱賱丕卅賯丞 賱賱賯鬲丕賱 . 亘胤賱 賯氐丞 丕賵睾爻鬲 亘乇賷賱 毓賱賶 丕賱毓賰爻 賲賳 乇噩賱 丕賱馗賱丕賲 賱賲 賷乇睾亘 賮賷 禺賵囟 丨乇亘 賲賳 兀賷 賳賵毓 賮賴賵 爻丕丨乇 賳丕噩丨 賵 睾賷乇 胤賲賵丨 賷賰賮賷賴 兀賳 鬲亘賯賶 夭賵噩鬲賴 廿賱賶 噩丕賳亘賴 . 賵 賰賱賲丕 丕爻鬲卮乇賶 丕賱兀乇賯 亘兀賵睾爻鬲 丿賮毓 兀賵賷賳 亘乇賷賰 丕賱爻丕丨乇 廿賱賶 賱賵孬丞 丕賱丨乇賵亘 . 兀賵爻鬲乇 爻賷賳賮乇丿 亘兀氐睾乇 鬲賮丕氐賷賱 丕賱丨乇亘 賵 爻賷鬲賳丕賵賱 賲賯鬲賱 爻丕卅賯 賮賷 丕賱丨乇亘 賮賯胤 . 丕賱丨乇亘 賴賳丕 丨乇亘 丕賱毓乇丕賯 賵 賴賳丕賰 鬲賲 賳丨乇 賵 亘鬲爻噩賷賱 賮賷丿賷賵 毓乇囟 毓賱賶 賲賵丕賯毓 丕賱賳鬲 氐丿賷賯 丨賮賷丿丞 兀賵睾爻鬲 賵 爻鬲噩丿 毓夭賷夭賷 丕賱賯丕乇賷亍 賴匕丕 丕賱鬲賯丕胤毓 丕賱賴賳丿爻賷 毓賱賶 胤乇賷賯丞 睾丕賵丿賷 貙 賲賱賮鬲 賱賱賳馗乇 賴匕賴 丕賱胤乇賷賯丞 丕賱鬲賷 賰鬲亘 亘賴丕 丕賱乇賵丕賷丞 . 毓亘賯乇賷丞 賲丨囟丞 鬲丨爻亘 賱兀賵爻鬲乇 . 賱丕 賷丿賵乇 賰賱 卮賷亍 丨賵賱 丕賱丨乇亘 貙 爻賵賮 賷賯囟賷 兀賵睾爻鬲 兀賵賯丕鬲丕賸 賲胤賵賱丞 賲毓 丨賮賷丿鬲賴 賮賷 賲卮丕賴丿丞 丕賱兀賮賱丕賲 亘卮賰賱 賷賵賲賷 賲丨丕賵賱丕賸 丕賱鬲禺賮賷賮 毓賳賴丕 賵 賲丕 兀噩賲賱 鬲賱賰 丕賱兀丨丕丿賷孬 丕賱鬲賷 鬲亘丕丿賱丕賴丕 . 爻賷丨賰賷 丕賱賰賴賱 兀賷囟丕賸 賯氐丞 夭賵丕噩賴 毓賱賶 賲爻賲毓賴丕 . 丕賱乇賵丕賷丞 噩賲賷賱丞 噩丿丕賸 .
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291 reviews211 followers
October 24, 2017

"賵丨賷丿丕 賮賷 丕賱馗賱丕賲 兀賯賱亘 賮賷 乇兀爻賷 丕賱毓丕賱賲 賲賳 丨賵賱賷 亘賷賳賲丕 兀睾丕賱亘 賳賵亘丞 兀乇賯 噩丿賷丿丞, 賱賷賱賷丞 亘賷囟丕亍 噩丿賷丿丞 賮賷 丕賱亘乇丕乇賷 丕賱兀賲乇賷賰賷丞 丕賱卮丕爻毓丞"

孬賱丕孬丞 兀卮禺丕氐 賷賲孬賱賵賳 孬賱丕孬丞 兀噩賷丕賱 賲禺鬲賱賮丞, 賷噩賲毓 亘賷賳賴賲 廿賱賶 噩丕賳亘 丕賱毓賱丕賯丞 丕賱兀爻乇賷丞 廿賳鬲賲丕賴賲 賱毓丕賱賲 賲賳 丕賱賵丨丿丞 賵 丕賱廿賳賰爻丕乇. 賱賰兀賳 亘賵賱 兀賵爻鬲賷乇 賷丨丕賵賱 兀賳 賷賯賵賱 賱賳丕 賲賳 禺賱丕賱 賴匕賴 丕賱乇賵丕賷丞 : 丨鬲賶 賵 賱賵 賰賳鬲 毓賱賶 亘毓丿 丌賱丕賮 丕賱兀賲賷丕賱 賱丕 亘丿 兀賳 鬲氐賱 廿賱賷賰 丕賱丨乇亘 賵 鬲賯乇毓 亘丕亘 亘賷鬲賰, 賵 丨鬲賶 賵 廿賳 賰賳鬲 賮賷 賵丕賯毓 丌禺乇 賱丕 亘丿 賱賱賵賱丕賷丕鬲 丕賱賲鬲丨丿丞 兀賳 鬲禺賵囟 丨乇亘丕 賵 廿賳 囟丿 賳賮爻賴丕.
丕賱乇賵丕賷丞 毓賲賷賯丞 噩丿丕 賱賰賳 賲丕 兀夭毓噩賳賷 賴賷 丕賱賳賴丕賷丞 丕賱賲賮丕噩卅丞 賱賯氐丞 亘乇賷賱 賴賰匕丕 丿賵賳 賲賯丿賲丞 鬲匕賰乇. 賴賷 賯乇丕亍鬲賷 丕賱兀賵賱賶 賱亘賵賱 兀賵爻鬲乇 賵 賯乇丕亍鬲賷 丕賱兀賵賱賶 賱兀丿亘 兀賲乇賷賰賷 賰鬲亘
丨丿賷孬丕 亘毓賷丿丕 毓賳 乇賵丕賷丕鬲 丕賱廿孬丕乇丞 , 丕賱兀賱睾丕夭 賵 丕賱乇賵賲賳爻賷丞. 鬲噩乇亘丞 賲丕鬲毓丞 亘丨賯 賵 爻兀乇睾亘 亘鬲賰乇丕乇賴丕 賲噩丿丿丕 亘賰賱 鬲兀賰賷丿
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262 reviews54 followers
January 23, 2016
It is weird that when I see Paul Auster鈥檚 works included on the list of best novels of all time according to a magazine site, I have the compelling hunch that they are nifty reads. Also, when I see his images on Google, his physical aura of literary skills , his deep stare at the camera tends to pierce me as if everything stops moving just like the two of us in a motionless world. It is as though staring back at him renders me powerless ,frozen in awe. Thereby, I start having been borne upon the idea that whenever I spot his books heaped on a mountain of books, there is a feeling that the author is a sacred cow to whom every book vulture should pay homage. And me? I am wildly and outrageously glad to jump at them as if I should kowtow to them even if all book vultures milling around the place cringe at my losing sense of decorum. What do they know? They may be in the dark that the books I long to gorge myself on are freshly nutritious. How do I know? They may not know that I have wolfed on one of his works- . ( The title has nothing to do with the title of my blog.) The book gave me the appetite that Auster is a gifted writer. There is something in his style that left a good aftertaste in my mouth then. So, no need to wonder why perhaps I am one of those book vultures who bear that desire to scavenger on his other works.

In his , the first thing I noticed was his light sentence structure- very well-written and prosy. At the same time, the concept of the story is philosophically interesting. I apologize for the spoiler. Timbuktu is a dog who has deeply intimate relationship with a hard-pressed, terminally-ill writer. At the end , I assure that you will find it heart- breaking . Alas, I never got the chance to write my review of it ; at that time , I still was not active on 欧宝娱乐 and was ignorant of blogging. You may find the story common, for you have seen it in movies or TV dramas, but you will be amazed at what I call 鈥� Auster鈥檚 simply brilliant work鈥�. If you have not started reading his other works yet, I believe that Timbuktu is the springboard for discovering his talent. Go for it!

Now I have given a try at his Man in the Dark. I was a little astonished to find out that his writing style in this novel bears complete resemblance to his Timbuktu. I do not have the foggiest idea if his other works do likewise. Here I felt the lightness of his sentence structures, how he must choose the right words, phrases, or sentence structures ditto. So I enjoyed reading the novel without cease, without putting it aside if there were odds and ends I had to futz around first. When I was done with them, I would throw myself into it forgetting the world I was in. No wonder I did finish it all at once given the fact that it only consists of 180 pages.

Concept of the story:
August Brill is a seventy-two-year-old widower. He recovers from a car accident at his daughter鈥檚 house in Vermont. To kill time, he watches films which he criticizes since he is a retired book critic. He does it with his granddaughter who has the same interest. When he cannot sleep, he lies in bed in the dark staring into the ceiling and trying to tell himself stories. At the same time, in doing so, he cannot remember his wife and the heinous murder of his granddaughter鈥檚 boyfriend, Titus.

I may be familiar with the setting that there is 鈥渁 minor story in the story鈥�, but for me, I do not look at that perspective; rather, I find the essence of the story mind-boggling. For instance, what is the relevance to the dystopian settings that the World Trade did not fall apart, that the U.S did not fight with Iran, instead the 2000 election results caused secession, that the state after state pulled away from the union and a bloody civil war broke out? I mused over this essence, on the way to work by bus, during my 10-minute break in school, or even during my processing inside a john. That is why it took me a few days to review it. Unfortunately, I was at my wits鈥� ends. Sorry, folks, I even have my hands full. Maybe you could help me squeeze it out of me. You may claim it not to be a brain surgery at all. ^^ Anyway, I may come to that literary epiphany sometime in the future. For this reason, therefore, Auster injected this enigmatic idea into this story that only he could expound what those ideas in question mean all about. Indeed, he is remarkable. I wish I had attended his launching this book ( Man in the Dark ) if I were American. In a pig鈥檚 eye!

Given that I found 鈥渢he minor story鈥� somewhat bothering, I could not divert my emotional attention from the main character鈥檚 role which may be the crucial part of the story. In that part, I immersed myself , feeling my tears welling up in the cups of my eyes, reminding me of two people whom I deeply love: my mother who already departed the world and my father, a widower too, whom I have been cold with. Likewise, in the end, it is all about life, life, life as famous writer Ethan Hawthorne鈥檚 sister Rose Hawthorne put it, 鈥� As the weird world rolls on.鈥�

Now I have devoured two of Auster鈥檚 books , although I am still assimilating their substance thoroughly, when I visit the heap of books in the mountain, I will not hesitate to scrounge on his other works, notably and . I can鈥檛 wait for them! ^^
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August 16, 2012
There are some books which I find seem unpromising but quickly catch you up and sweep you along and this is one of them. An old man, August Brill, newly widowed and bed-ridden owing to a car accident lies unable to sleep as does his daughter, a writer discarded by her husband; and his granddaughter, newly bereaved after the violent death of her ex-boyfriend. In order to pass the bleak, black time of the depths of night he tells himself stories. Stories in which he desperately tries to close his mind off to the encroaching reality of the sadnesses and heartbreaks which echo and re-echo around the house.

The initial long-running story he imagined of a young children's entertainer transported into a parallel universe and given the job of killing the man responsible for creating the story in which there is no twin towers attack and no war with Iraq but instead a full scale civil war between the United States, is bizarre and clever and shocking all at the same time. It reminded me of 'Slaughterhouse 5' in its surreal flight of fancy but here the traveller, unlike Billy Pilgrim, leaps not from world to world but is imprisoned in someone else's imagination. Brill is himself the imaginer of the story and therefore he is imagining the plot of his own assassination. He is desperate to avoid encountering the effects of the War in Iraq for reasons that unfold so he imagines it never happened, he is desperate to avoid the pain of his loneliness and the loneliness of those he loves so he imagines his own death and escape from that pain even only if through a story.

Gradually through a long night's conversation with his granddaughter, they both begin to come to terms with the pain and responsibilty in-built into life and its decisions. It is an incredibly moving reflection on love and the implications inherent in the fact that once love has been acknowledged and 'owned' it becomes unstoppable and immeasurable in the sense that it is bestowed unguardedly not counted out in the fashion of misers. It speaks of missed opportunities and squandered chances and the wonder of new life fighting its way through any amount of crap to spear the frozen surface of an icy heart.

The power of imagination is celebrated for good or ill. Katya, the young mourner, watches film after film after film and analyses and rejoices in their ingenuity; she celebrates the ability of the inanimate object to speak long and loud about the emotions of the filmaker and it is only towards the end of the long conversation she has with her grandad that we are confronted as with a brick wall the reaon for this seeming obsession.. August uses his imagination to escape reality but in the end all comes full circle and he sees that reality needs to be faced, truths need to be told and genuine responsibilty needs to be accepted. In this way, and only in this way, " can the weird world roll on".

Re-reading I realize that as is so often the case I have not done the book justice but thats why i am a part time reviewer and Auster the writer he is. Nevertheless this is a really beautiful book, very powerful and well worth the time and effort. I leave the last word to Auster.

"Books force you to give something back to them, to exercise your intelligence and imagination"
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669 reviews308 followers
October 22, 2018

Paul Auster (n. 1947) pelo ilustrador portugu锚s Andr茅 Carrilho

鈥滺omem na Escurid茫o鈥� (2008) 茅 o d茅cimo segundo livro que li do escritor norte-americano Paul Auster (n. 1947).
Com setenta e dois anos de idade August Brill, um cr铆tico liter谩rio reformado, est谩 a viver nos arredores de Brattleboro, Vermont na casa da sua filha 煤nica Miriam, com quarenta e sete anos e com a sua neta Katya, de vinte e tr锚s anos, uma obsessiva cin茅fila, que abandonou a escola de cinema em Nova Yorque, em consequ锚ncia de um acontecimento tr谩gico; a sua mulher, Sonia, morreu de cancro.
August Brill est谩 sozinho na escurid茫o com mais uma ins贸nia. H谩 mais de um ano a tentar recuperar de um acidente de via莽茫o, perscruta o negro das noites, conta hist贸rias a si pr贸prio e v锚 e rev锚 com Katya: 鈥滱 Grande Ilus茫o鈥�, 鈥滾adr玫es de Bicicletas鈥� e 鈥漁 Mundo de Apu鈥�.
Na(s) sua(s) hist贸ria(s) ou no seu livro, August Brill, conta que Owen Brick est谩 num buraco cil铆ndrico e n茫o sabe como foi l谩 parar. Para sua grande surpresa enverga um uniforme militar. Nesta Am茅rica as Torres G茅meas n茫o ca铆ram, mas as elei莽玫es presidenciais de 2000 conduziram a uma guerra de secess茫o, com os estados a abandonar a uni茫o.
August Brill 茅 assombrado por pensamentos dram谩ticos.
Paul Auster constr贸i o romance em v谩rios n铆veis narrativos conjugando as influ锚ncias liter谩rias e as influ锚ncias cinematogr谩ficas, com uma obsess茫o 鈥� a guerra. Apesar de o conflito poder ser imagin谩rio, a desintegra莽茫o do territ贸rio americano revela uma inquietude efectiva e realista.
鈥滺omem na Escurid茫o鈥� 茅 um romance engenhoso na constru莽茫o 鈥� um livro dentro de um livro -, uma obra de mem贸rias dolorosas, numa narrativa inteligente e original, uma excelente medita莽茫o sobre a diferen莽a entre as hist贸rias que queremos contar e as hist贸rias que acabamos contando, com personagens impregnadas de tristeza e de dor.
鈥滺omem na Escurid茫o鈥� 茅 igualmente um somat贸rio de diversas hist贸rias que se entrela莽am; o arrependimento e a culpabilidade surgem do confronto entre a perda e o remorso. A ansiedade das personagens deriva n茫o s贸 da sua solid茫o mas tamb茅m dos equ铆vocos dos seus actos.
鈥滾uz radiosa, depois escurid茫o. O sol que se derrama de todos os cantos do c茅u, seguido pela escurid茫o da noite, as estrelas silenciosas, o vento que se agita nos ramos. Tal 茅 a rotina.鈥� (P谩g. 7) 鈥� este par谩grafo 茅 apenas um exemplo da mestria e do controlo da escrita e da narrativa que tanto me tem atra铆do nos romances de Paul Auster.
Paul Auster 茅 um escritor imprescind铆vel.
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June 13, 2017
What it Means to be Too Professional, Too Fluent

There is something primitive about Paul Auster. This primitiveness is lodged exactly where it should not be, in the fluency and ease of his storytelling. As reviewers always say, he is an inexhaustible source of stories, and in this book the stories never stop: there鈥檚 never any danger of slowing down; that is fitting because somehow slowing down feels like treacherous thing to do. What would happen if one story failed to succeed the last in a seamless sequence? Why should that seem like a problem? It feels that way, I think, because despite Auster鈥檚 themes鈥攖he book is about a widowed older man, his daughter who was abandoned by her husband, and the daughter鈥檚 daughter whose boyfriend died in Iraq鈥攖his is a book in which stories are used as distractions to avoid thinking more deeply. Auster is absolutely accomplished as a storyteller, and that theme (using stories to distract yourself) is built into the book. The principal character invents some stories of his own, to help him not to think about his family. That much Auster knows, and controls. He even has his principal character kill off the protagonist of his own invented story. But at another level, Auster doesn鈥檛 seem aware that all the stories in his book, and not just the ones invented by his narrator, serve the function of avoiding real introspection, real difficulty. As evidence of that I take the quality that binds all the stories in this novel together: the stories all run with a predictable, uninterrupted fluency. They are like driving by the scene of an accident: you slow up a little, but not enough to get involved. The story that the narrator invents in order not to think about his own past is itself as threadbare as they come (a post-apocalyptic fantasy, along the lines of any number of TV fantasy movies), but that doesn鈥檛 seem to bother either the narrator (who is supposedly a literary critic, and should really show some embarrassment at his own story), or the novelist (who is actually a prolific writer, and could easily have added a subtle sign that he didn鈥檛 find his narrator鈥檚 invented stories as entrancing as his narrator does).

That is what I mean by 鈥減rimitive鈥�: the architecture of the postmodern novel is there, and there鈥檚 a clarity of structure and pacing that few novelists can match, but Auster seems relentlessly to misunderstand the function of narrative: it cannot only be a balm or distraction. Narrative has to break down or get itself in trouble, or falter, or question itself鈥攏ot just the way a character might question the truth of a narrative, or its appropriateness, or its usefulness in distracting him鈥攂ut the way a character might fail just telling a story, fail in the telling and not just in deciding whether to tell, the way this sentence is failing because I can鈥檛 quite get my thought about it right.

There are a few moments in Man in the Dark when the flow of stories stop, but they are stage-managed to create a little shocks, or streams of tears: and that, too, is a kind of evasion, an easier sort of crisis, something not at all genuinely persistently moving. The surprise ending of the entire book is one such moment.

Spoiler alert: I鈥檓 about to say what that surprise is. But note: books that can actually be spoiled by giving away their endings are trivial sorts of books like murder mysteries and detective stories. This book presents itself as literary fiction, and there probably shouldn鈥檛 be a spoiler in it. In this book the surprise is that the grand-daughter鈥檚 boyfriend was kidnapped in Iraq, and the family has seen his gruesome execution video on the internet.

When I read that I groaned. Isn鈥檛 ordinary human suffering enough to create empathy and significance? Is it really necessary to tack on something spectacular, something topical and political, something garish and horrible? Doesn鈥檛 that sort of ornament just distract from what really counts鈥攚hich is, in this case, that a person has died? The surprise ending is tremendously irritating, not for its politics, but because it functions just the way an elaborate murder does in Agatha Christie: it helps us not to think about what we are actually witnessing, a death. Readers of murder mysteries expect that kind of superficiality. Here, where there are literary ambitions, and where many pages are devoted to people鈥檚 feelings and thoughts, it is not just annoying: it is bewildering that a novelist could think such a surprise is sufficient, justified, necessary, sensible, or even expressive.
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I love Paul Auster. His recent death gave me the excuse I didn't need to dig out all the books I've read and realise there were gaps in my library - worse, there were gaps in my reading of his work. So I bought Man in the Dark and Travels in the Scriptorium to complete the set.

Man in the Dark is typical of Auster's atypical work. It is beautifully written, doesn't really go anywhere fast and it's the sort of book you can read again and again and find something new.

I'm not academically minded and I read a book for the story. Man in the Dark gives us several. First there is the man - August Brill - getting on a bit, confined to a wheelchair after a crash, a bit of an insomniac and living with his daughter and granddaughter. He's lying in bed making up stories to pass the night.

Then there's Brick who is Brill's protagonist. Brick has been ripped from his America and dropped into another where he must find Brill and kill him because only by killing Brill can Brick go back to his own life.

And then we have Brill's history, told to his granddaughter as they both try to get through the night.

For a short book (only 180 pages) Auster packs a lot in but it never feels crowded.

I repeat, I love Paul Auster.
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賴賳丕 賷鬲氐乇賮 兀賵爻鬲乇 亘亘乇丕毓丞 賵亘噩賳賵賳賴 丕賱賲毓鬲丕丿 賮賷 賰賱 乇賵丕賷丕鬲賴 賵賷賳賯賱賰 廿賱賶 匕乇賵丞 丕賱乇賵丕賷丞 亘亘爻丕胤丞 賵丕賳爻賷丕亘賷丞 賮匕丞 賯賱賲丕 兀噩丿賴丕 賱丿賶 賲賳 兀丨亘賴賲 賲賳 丕賱賰購鬲賾丕亘貙 賷鬲氐乇賮 賴賰匕丕 賲賳 禺賱丕賱 丕賱卮禺氐賷丞 丕賱賲鬲禺賷賱丞(兀賵賷賳 亘乇賷賰) 賵賴賷 丕賱卮禺氐賷丞 丕賱鬲賷 丕禺鬲乇毓賴丕 亘胤賱 兀賵爻鬲乇 丕賱乇卅賷爻賷 (兀賵睾爻鬲 亘乇賷賱). 賷亘賷賳 賱賳丕 兀賵爻鬲乇 賰賷賮 兀賳 丕賱賯丿乇 賷乇睾賲賳丕 毓賱賶 丕賱爻賷乇 賮賷 賲爻丕乇丕鬲 賲毓丿丞 賱賳丕 賲爻亘賯丕 賱丕 賳爻鬲胤賷毓 兀賳 賳丨賷丿 毓賳賴丕 亘丕賱乇睾賲 賲賳 馗賳賳丕 兀賳賳丕 賳賲賱賰 丕賱禺賷丕乇 賵賯丿 賳賯丿賲 毓賱賶 賮毓賱 賷睾賷乇 賲爻丕乇賳丕. 賴賳丕 賷丨丕賵賱 (亘乇賷賰) 兀賳 賷睾賷乇 丕賱賯丿乇 丕賱匕賷 丕禺鬲乇毓賴 (兀賵睾爻鬲) 賵賷賳賴賷 丕賱丨乇亘 賱賰賳賴 賱丕 賷爻鬲胤爻毓 亘亘爻丕胤丞 賱兀賳 (兀賵睾爻鬲) 賯乇乇 丕賱鬲禺賱氐 賲賳 (亘乇賷賰) 賯亘賱 兀賳 賷爻鬲胤賷毓 丕賱廿賯丿丕賲 毓賱賶 兀賷 賮毓賱



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丕賱爻賷卅賵賳 賷毓乇賮賵賳 兀賳賮爻賴賲 毓賱賶 兀賳賴賲 胤賷亘賵賳貙賱賰賳 丕賱胤賷亘賷賳 賱丕 賷毓乇賮賵賳 卮賷卅丕. 廿賳賴賲 賷賯囟賵賳 丨賷丕鬲賴賲 賵 賴賲 賷睾賮乇賵賳 賱賱丌禺乇賷賳貙 賱賰賳賴賲 賱丕 賷爻鬲胤賷毓賵賳 兀賳 賷睾賮乇賵丕 賱兀賳賮爻賴賲

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丕賱丌賳 賱賳鬲賰賱賲 賯賱賷賱丕 毓賳 兀爻賱賵亘 兀賵爻鬲乇

亘胤亘毓賷 兀丨亘 丕賱乇賵丕賷丕鬲 丕賱鬲賷 鬲鬲亘毓 賴匕丕 丕賱賲賳丨賶 賮賷 兀丨丿丕孬賴丕

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