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Play it again, Paul

Sunset Park, Auster

We all have something in us, Paul Auster ...

He had left a year ago barely ( here) and yet he is already back (in original, certainly, but the translation will be soon). And as always, it works. AUSTER has this gift to create an atmosphere in a few pages, a character, a situation which one is immediately attached. A little music that belongs to him and whose fans (who said groupies?) Never tire. While neglecting the side a little "story within a story within the story" of his later novels, however, he finds his inevitable: a father, a son, Brooklyn. Concentrate Aust.
And yet the novel begins in Florida where miles of a young adult, lives took odd jobs, the latest of emptying the houses that the victims of the financial crisis have had to abandon. Voluntary exile for several years, he fled his parents without giving news and door, as they say in these cases, a dark secret. But chance - another tool of the toolbox austerienne - bring him back to Brooklyn, Sunset Park, where a childhood friend moved into a house neglected. A squat quite comfortable where Miles will meet roommates, who also seem to have put their life on hold. The stories of each of these characters will cross and give life to a small world, it's hard to escape.

In Brooklyn Follies , characters dreamed of a perfect place, a place to realize their desires : The Hotel Existence. In Sunset Park , the inhabitants of the abandoned house, uniting their forces against adversity in various forms, also seem to want to believe in their dreams of becoming an artist, keep the past alive, to find love. Utopia? More ...
Without seeming to touch it, the author also shows how the financial crisis affects the real. Houses abandoned, discarded objects, editors at bay ... But Paul (from the years, I have the right to call him by his first name) works in small steps, by a subtle interplay of elements responding to and create the narrative of his novel. Digressions, reflections on art, the coincidences, a familiar tune ... but still manages to surprise and hope to see happen in the next novel as soon as possible.

Reference:
Paul Auster, Sunset Park, Henry Holt, 2010