So, the second in the trilogy again has a private eye (this time a real detective) following and watching a subject. Blue is our guy, the one over whose shoulder and through whose eyes we peek.
Later there is White, and then there is Black, and before the beginning there is Brown. And, yet, it is weird.įirst of all there is Blue. The pages did not crumble to nothingness like a library hold. Perhaps that will ultimately prove to be so with me, but I sort of liked it. It was Sasha’s least favorite of the three. But Auster? I have not been blown away, though I probably should have been.
It has two of the three books in Coetzee’s semi-autobiography “trilogy”. Do I buy the whole trilogy? My library has done this to me before. What to say about a trilogy when you only have the first two books? Then I have a dilemma. I could say that the fact that I was on the wait list for the third volume, The Locked Room, at the library and, then, for no apparent reason, The Locked Room has disappeared from the library’s catalogue, dampened my enthusiasm. I have been slightly delayed in posting about this second volume in Auster’s The New York Trilogy for no entirely discernible reason.
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