One of the nice things about my Contemporary Fiction class this semester is that I'm reading books I can actually recommend to people. I just finished Paul Auster's City of Glass
, the first book in his New York Trilogy
, having embarrassingly never read it before. I loved it, and sadly I'll probably read the other two books tomorrow instead of doing more productive things.
Coincidentally, I saw the other day at Bookninja
that BookForum just profiled Auster
as part of a pretty scathing review of his newest book. It's too bad. I always discover authors after they peak.