Oracle Night (Paul Auster) 4*

A slim book, read at one sitting. Auster writes of Sidley who writes of Nick who reads a manuscript called Oracle Night. I don’t know if it’s nested frame stories or one story rippling out in concentric circles. The book is a puzzle circling a locked room. A riddle, a clock. As cerebral and distant as contemporary modernism can be. I will test it again later. It’s an elegant piece of ambiguity, but modernists can be so cold.

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