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INVISIBLE Paul Auster

In 1967, Adam Walker is a young poet eager for life and literature, with many more future than past. Study in University of Columbia, opposed the Vietnam War, and also-that they say those who know him, because he does not seem to realize, is gorgeous. And one night at a student party, he meets a French couple very sophisticated, very seductive. The first thing that calls attention to Adam is his name, Rudolf Born, as Bertrand de Born, the Provencal poet in one of the songs of Dante has his own severed head in his hands. And after several days of ambiguous seduction in which the couple is weaving its web of invisible around the beautiful and innocent American, Rudolf Born, who is a visiting professor at Columbia the School of International Affairs, Adam gives the address of a literary magazine that he financed .

Invisible is my third reading of Mr. Auster after Brooklyn Follies and Timbuktu. Has been a different reading experience. With the same background that we often have used this author, but different. Adam Walker is one of those characters you love to know every detail of his, and in this book we know, but gradually. Let's say this is a story within a story, and the change of narrative voice, do not know whether to real events or not.

Adam, an aspiring poet, willing to give everything for his passion for literature, the first thing that sparked my enthusiasm for this character meets Rudolf and Margot Born. His life changes completely. In Rudolf Auster recreates one of the most despicable personalities. As the novel progresses, there are many events phobias gruesome awakening to this character. What has merit: to create characters from both ends, hated or loved.

not reach the level of Brooklyn Follies, I think a successful novel, especially after the unexpected twist that gives the final, and certainly recommend it.

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" absolutely do not remember why I was there. Someone should invite me, but has long since left my memory who might be. (...) What I remember is this: at some point in the evening, I found myself alone in a corner of the room. He was smoking a cigarette as he watched people, dozens and dozens of young bodies crammed into the confines of that space, hearing the loud mix of words and laughter, wondering what the hell was he doing there and thinking that maybe it was time to leave. There was an ashtray on a radiator to my left, and when I turned to put the cigarette I saw that subject in the palm of the hand of a stranger, full of cigarette butts receptacle amounted to me. Not that he had noticed two people had just sat down in the radiator, a man and a woman, both older than me, and no doubt longer than any that were in the room: he was about thirty-five, she twenty-nine or thirty. "