For years now there have been two Austers waiting to embrace: the psychologist/ storyteller of novels like "Leviathan," and the metatextual trickster of "The New York Trilogy." Freud once claimed that our greatest frustration was that we could never kiss ourselves - well, Auster has knotted the pretzel, he has brought his two loves together (it is, after all, a novel about incest). So if, like me, part of why you read is the great pleasure of falling in love with a novel, then read "Invisible." It is the finest novel Paul Auster has ever written.
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