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25 of 26 people found the following review helpful:
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Master's piece on Solitude., 28 Mar 2004
In "Portrait of an Invisible Man", the first part of Paul Auster's fascinating memoir "Invention of Solitude", Auster writes about his father's life as a means of helping himself come to terms with his father's death. Auster remembers his father as an elusive figure in his life, emotionally detached and disconnected from family and life itself ("he had managed to keep himself at a distance from life"). To Auster, it seemed that the world's attempts to embrace his father simply bounced off him without ever making a breakthrough - it was impossible to enter his solitude. The theme of Solitude runs powerfully through this disturbing, mesmerising memoir.Auster is conscious of how little knowledge he actually has of his father's early childhood years, how unenlightened he is with regard to his father's inner life, how few clues he has to his father's character and how little understanding of the underlying reasons for his father's immunity from the world at large. Through an amazing co-incidence involving his cousin, Auster learns of a terrible secret buried deep in his father's childhood past - the story was splashed across old newspaper reports of the time, sixty years before - of a shocking family tragedy that shattered his father's childhood world and could have seriously affected his mental outlook during his formative years, accounting for the solitariness and elusiveness that characterised the "invisible man" of Auster's childhood. Excellent, compelling writing! Dramatic revelations from a grim, distant past finally brought to light. Highly recommended! In the second part, "The Book of Memory", there is a marked shift of perspective (away from the point of view of Auster, as son, writing about his feelings and memories of his father's life, after his death) to an autobiographical account of Auster's own experience, now himself as father, writing about his son. More abstract in content and style than "Portrait of an Invisible Man", "The Book of Memory" comprises autobiographical segments interspersed with commentaries on the nature of chance interspersed with ruminations on Solitude and exploration of language. As an Auster-holic, my favourite book to-date is "Moon Palace".
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18 of 20 people found the following review helpful:
5.0 out of 5 stars
A touching account of childhood and parenting, 26 Feb 2002
This is Auster's intimate and personal account of his own experiences as a child, attempting, and often failing to relate to his father, set alongside accounts of his own personal experience of being a father. At times moving, at times hilarious, this is vintage Auster, but with Auster allowing us closer to his own life than we have been allowed before. He walks the tightrope of genuine emotion and sentimentality, and impressively manages to avoid cliches and platitudes. There are experiences in this book to which we can all relate- either as children, or as parents. At times, the narrative is slow, but if you the reader are in no hurry, this book is full of both touching moments and thought provoking challenges as to what the true nature of family relationships might be. This is a book about family as only Auster could do it- experimental, but always heartfelt, eschewing sentimentality, but never emotionally cold. A must for both Auster fans and those new to his work.
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1 of 5 people found the following review helpful:
1.0 out of 5 stars
Good First Half Spoiled By Self-Indulgent Maundering, 7 Mar 2008
This one of very few books I gave up on. The first part, "Portrait of an Invisible Man" is Auster's excellent exploration of his emotionally detached father's background. He uncovers a murder within the family and it was the fall-out from this that shaped his father's nature. Yet small incidents of kindness towards strangers show what might have been had his father not been scarred by events in his childhood.
Unfortunately the second part ("The Book of Memory") is a scrapbook of disorganised waffle about interludes in European cities interspersed with musings about chance and quotes from other authors. This just does not hang together. The effect is disjointed and uninspiring maundering. It was unrewarding to the point where I lost interest in Auster's thoughts and experiences and gave up trying to plough through his ramblings. A great pity, because I have enjoyed so many of his books, but this one really lets him down.
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