A review by ominousevent
The New York trilogy by Paul Auster

Aha! It had been quite a while since I'd read any postmodern lit, and this was an enjoyable return. (Maybe a good warmup for House of Leaves, which is next in my from-the-library queue?)

City of Glass, the first book in the trilogy, is one of those books that had been on my list for so long I don't remember anything about how it got there. Happening to see the trilogy in one volume when I visited the library for something else (The Talented Mr Ripley, which is not irrelevant) was a blessing, as the intertextual links would not have been as easy to pick up on if I had read the books further apart in time. As it was, my uncertainty over whether something in The Locked Room was referring back to something in City of Glass came to a perfect end when I realised it was actually something in The Talented Mr Ripley I was thinking of. The refrigerator that appeared not long after could not have come at a better time.

This trilogy is clever and interesting and had very little emotional effect on me.