Paul Auster – Winter Journal


The umpteenth memoir

Another memoir from Auster. This time, the author starts from the sensations that he physically experienced (pain, desire) and from the places where he lived to tell most of his life, highlighting a now mature point of view for self-discovery. The second person, which the author uses, and the self-congratulation, however, make it too heavy. The reading is enlivened only by his poetic style and skill in conveying the feeling of passing time; aging, actually. But, given the amount of published memoirs from Auster (who evidently likes a litte too much self-celebrating) this is a book you can safely avoid.

Translation by Silvia Accorrà (edited by Ester Tossi)