No one does inner lives quite like Paul Auster. In Sunset Park, Miles
has dropped out of college and makes a living cleaning out foreclosed
houses in southern Florida. He falls in love with a 17-year-old high school
student, whose older sister then tries to blackmail him into stealing
from the foreclosures, so he flees to a squat in Brooklyn. The plot,
while well-paced and interesting, isn’t even the best part of the
book. well, the plot’s strong, but that’s not the point. It’s the
minds of the characters that makes this book a great read. Different
chapters detail the inner lives of Miles, his father, and his
fellow-squatters, as they try to escape emotional and financial
disaster.
The tail end of the book isn’t as satisfying as the middle, and the
last two pages just left me confused. That might be just me– I’m
looking forward to hearing the opinions of other readers on this one.
Wonder if the proliferation of tweeting, texting, and video games makes “inner life” more of a bizarre concept….
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Just finished reading and you’re right, the end is not as good as it could have been.
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It was my first Paul Auster and I was disappointed. The overindulgent writing, the prurient focus for the sake of prurience, a fondness for lists that feel cadged straight from Wikipedia. He’s very competent but occasionally grating. Would you recommend any other of his books?
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