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Like many others reviewing Austerlitz, there is both a lot and very little I can say about it. So I offer just a few thoughts that I formulated a while back ago about just one element of the work, namely, Sebald’s use of photographs:
Photographs give the reader a sense of place within time, and in the midst of long passages in which the reader could easily realize himself lost, the tangibility of these images make the reader feel as if what he is reading somehow belongs to history. This is precisely what is so remarkable about Austerlitz: Sebald manages to converge a literary narrative with images of the real: his work both elevates the reader from being tied to a strictly historical account and shows him that there is something incredibly historical, grounded, and tangible about this account. Indeed, Austerlitz, though a literary piece of fiction, offers a rich dynamic of narrative and history through the use of photographs.
Even in the ways that the work is fragmented and disorienting, it offers a way to (perhaps) newly conceptualize the relationships between history, time, and space.