City of glass

I picked up a copy of Paul Auster's New York Trilogy, of which City Of Glass is the first novella, in the hope that it might pull my partner out of a reading slump. I didn't know anything about his writing other than vaguely recognising the name, but was swayed by the high acclaim quoted on the cover. Unfortunately, while my partner did read all three stories without DNFing the book (which I suppose is a kind of praise!), he wasn't overkeen on Auster's unusual approach to crime fiction. His comments allowed me to go into City Of Glass with modified expectations which I feel really enhanced my appreciation of the story. Knowing that this wasn't going to be a typical mystery narrative meant that I wasn't thrown by the changes of direction.

City Of Glass, I think, is more a meditation on our ideas of self and what makes up a person's concept of their own identity. Our accidental detective, Quinn, motivates himself by inhabiting the imagined persona of the real detective for whom he has been mistaken, a certain Paul Auster who may or may not be the author himself. His unorthodox investigation becomes everything to him as he loses sight of his life beyond it and I was impressed by how authentically Auster-the-author portrayed his descent into what could well be a form of obsessive madness. The other two main male characters with whom he interacts are equally as bizarre, yet plausible within the context of this story. The lone woman came across to me as rather flat by comparison which was a shame. Perhaps her seemingly being the only untroubled person was the problem, but her continual sexual objectification by Quinn-as-Auster didn't help.

Reading City Of Glass did feel at times like getting lost in a philosophy text whose concepts I could nearly grasp, but not quite. For example, a deep discussion on Don Quixote by Cervantes might have been more intelligible had I actually ever read that book rather than just watching the ballet! I loved the sense of New York though. The city is practically a character in its own right within the story and I felt its atmosphere played a stronger role than just that of providing suitable locations. I think City Of Glass set in, say, London or Mumbai would have resulted in a very different story.

While I enjoyed the intensity and unpredictability of this novella, I'm not sure that for me it quite lived up to the praise I have seen heaped upon it elsewhere. I'm keen to go on to read the next two stories in the trilogy, and hope I can get a stronger grip on Auster's style as I do. I certainly did appreciate his not writing the usual formulaic mystery, but I wonder if I didn't quite grasp enough of the underlying meanings to truly understand City Of Glass.

Astounding. Read it in one sitting (or rather standing. I found it's easier to concentrate reading when I'm leaning on the door frame and occasionally gazing outside to look at the plants and the sky.) It's exhilarating to finally finish reading something after being in a reading slump these past few months.

The theme that is immediately apparent is that of the double. Doppelgangers, aliases, that whole thing. The discussions about the words are interesting. The Paul Stillman character was interesting. One of the main character's discussions with Peter Stillman reminded me of that episode in Garcia Marquez's 'Cien Anos ...' (R.I.P.) where the people were stricken by the sickness of forgetting. The episode about the child suffering for the greater good reminds me of the story 'Those Who Walk Away from Omelas' by Le Guin. The episode where the character tried to minimize his eating to focus more on the job, reminded me of Kafka's 'A Hunger Artist.' Keeping up with the theme of the double is the structure of the book itself. Paul Auster writes a book about an author (Daniel Quinn) who writes detective stories under an alias, who somehow gets hired by a woman, who assumed he was a detective named Paul Auster (again the whole double thing). And it gets crazier from there.

Overall the story very much lived up to the hype I've been reading about. This is the second story of his I've read after Moon Palace.