“Each time I finish a book,” Paul Auster likes to say, “I think it’s the last book I’m ever going to write.” That’s an awful lot of final literary moments for this tall, dark, and existential New Yorker who has been pumping them out like clockwork every 18 months or so for more than 40 years. However, Auster is not very well these days, which means his latest novel really could be the 77-year-old author’s swan-song. It therefore provides a fitting opportunity to look back over his impressively productive life.
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