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newyorkframeofmind

I just finished the New York trilogy by Paul Auster and it feels like someone slid a depth charge into my mind and it’s sinking deeper and deeper, primed to blow. Mesmeric, precise and awash with ambivalence. If you have a high tolerance for uncertainty you will adore it. Sam Spade without a rudder.

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