
Just finished reading Invisible.
It has been a while since I was that underwhelmed by the end of a book.
I have always really loved the unaffected prose and matter-of-fact storytelling that is classic Auster. The New York Trilogy’s “City of Glass” has always been my favorite piece of his, as his trademark delivery meanders quietly along the line separating reason and absurdity. If I have one piece of advice for anyone reading an Auster novel, it would be to never trust any of the characters. Ever.
So much remains true for Invisible, and yet while it seems like this mere forewarning could easily be spoiling the significance of the read, I still couldn’t even begin to tell you who not to trust or why. It sort of reminds me of a “choose your own ending” book from our childhood, except all of the consequences of each possible ending are instead entangled into one choice.
Doesn’t make sense? Doesn’t make you particularly want to read the book? Well, at least you feel the same way I do now. Maybe I just saved you the trouble of reading the book in the first place.
With that being said, read it if you enjoy reading; go watch a movie instead if you don’t.