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Timbuktu is a somewhat atypical book in Paul Auster's bibliography since a dog speaks here. After years of living together with his faithful companion, Christmas, Mr Bones suddenly loses him when he collapses in the street.
He then takes us on his wandering journey, mixed with existentialist reflections on death and separation. This work is a supreme nightmare for this devoted animal known for its unwavering attachment.
This novel allowed me to re-enter Paul Auster's sphere, this time on the right side, before becoming an avid reader. I enjoyed it, but it did not profoundly mark me. I would also be interested to know what Paul Auster thinks about it. That said, it is a delightful, touching novel worth reading.