Paul Auster lays all of his cards on the table in this tortuous memoir. Every pain he felt, every personal shame and regret are described in shocking detail. Written in the second person, as a reader you really feel an intimate connection with Auster -- even when he is losing his virginity at sixteen to a cheap prostitute in a sketchy dive in the Upper West Side, NYC. Certain passages can be offputting. They can make you feel uncomfortable. However, Auster exposes himself like only the bravest authors can do, and for this I love him. ~ Reviewed by Josh Cohen-Peyton
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