I have just finished reading one more book by Paul Auster, who is slowly and "unforcefully" becoming my everyday evening companion.
I found it hard to get through the first twenty or something pages because of its clear dystopian description, but once the story started to unfold I realised that many of the described feelings and situational relationships, though allegorically approached may not be (are not) so far from nowadays'life.
Brilliantly written, it does "unveil" quite a few notions, which having remained in one's mind, may (and need) to be re-read and re-thought of later.
"Nothing lasts, you see, not even the thoughts inside you. And you mustn't waste your time looking for them. Once a thing is gone, that's the end of it."
"Our lives are no more than the sum of manifold contingencies, and no matter how diverse they might be in their details, they all share an essential randomness in their designs: this then that, and because of that, this."
Brilliantly written, it does "unveil" quite a few notions, which having remained in one's mind, may (and need) to be re-read and re-thought of later.
"Nothing lasts, you see, not even the thoughts inside you. And you mustn't waste your time looking for them. Once a thing is gone, that's the end of it."
"Our lives are no more than the sum of manifold contingencies, and no matter how diverse they might be in their details, they all share an essential randomness in their designs: this then that, and because of that, this."
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