Book Review: ‘The New York Trilogy’ by Paul Auster

“In the end, each life is no more than the sum of contingent facts, a chronicle of chance intersections, of flukes, of random events that divulge nothing but their own lack of purpose.”― Paul Auster, The New York Trilogy What irritates Paul Auster most is when people think that The New York Trilogy is a detective story.... Continue Reading →

Book review: ‘The Elegance of the Hedgehog’ by Muriel Barbery

“I have finally concluded, maybe that's what life is about: there's a lot of despair, but also the odd moment of beauty, where time is no longer the same. It's as if those strains of music created a sort of interlude in time, something suspended, an elsewhere that had come to us, an always within... Continue Reading →

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