I'm so glad I've finished this trilogy!

 

I don't know what to say about this book. It is the same as the first two books. The same themes, the same kind of story, and for me the same kind of disappointments. I'm glad I've finished the trilogy now, so I can move on to a book that doesn't loose sight of the story in order to write stylistic books (which is fine by me, but not when it also implicates that there won't be a story...)

 

The locked room is the third and final novel in The New York Trilogy by Paul Auster.

'A ghost!'

'Where?'

Never mind, because as the reader will have already noticed, this is just some post modern plot device.

You just have to love it.

 

With Ghosts, Paul Auster's second book in The New York Trilogy, I once again really liked the beginning. OK, I wasn't sure about all people having colours for names, but still, I really liked the story. And then, after that, it just kind of stopped for me. I found the end very unsatisfactory, and I'm still wondering if and how the three parts of this trilogy will fit together.

 

Ghosts is the second book in the New York Trilogy by Paul Auster

I don't know what to say about this story. I liked the beginning and was intrigued by the story, but at times and especially near the end more often than not I was thinking, stop this post-modernistic nonsense and try and complete the story.
I felt I was left with more questions than usual...

 

Because this book claims to be a detective story, and yes, there is a detective in it, but is seems to me it's more a story of looking for oneself than someone.

 

City of Glass is the first novel in the New York Trilogy by Paul Auster

DNF.

It isn't bad, it's well written and possibly it could be good. It just isn't capturing me and I don't feel as if I'd be missing out on anything special if I didn't pick it up again.

Typical "literary" fare.

Kind of 'meh', or perhaps I just didn't really understand what the point was. Alright, I get it, the three novellas echo each other, and all that, but in the end, things tend to run into circles, and the answers we're given aren't all that satisfactory.

I think part of my frustration with this book also comes back to the (too) regular use of something I tend to find more and more aggravating in stories with each passing year: the use of sentences such as "little did I know at the time that this was a mistake", "if I had made another choice, things wouldn't have gone so bad afterwards", and so on. I mean, come on, authors: stop telling us about upcoming plot twists, and let us discover them by ourselves. We're grown ups, we can take it, I promise. Once in a book is OK; more than that is nerve-grating.