So, I started reading Auster’s New York Trilogy. I committed myself to enjoying his words as I had been so buoyed by Hustvedt and was desperate to love husband’s work as I loved that of the wife. I have 2 pages left to read of the first book in the trilogy and I am so disturbed by the novel that I don’t think I can read any more.
Am I alone is this … ? I can’t even work out what it is that has disturbed me so: is it the style of prose, the story itself, the strangeness of the protagonist … or is it everything.
Do I keep reading or do I just surrender?