Paul Auster’s ‘Invisible’

Picked this one up off the sidewalk and finally got around to reading it. I’ve loved everything I’ve read from Auster and this was no exception. There is some real insidiousness lurking behind the prose here; it’s creepy, unsettling, and compulsively readable.

I’ve always admired how Auster tackles the subjects of memory, narration, and truth, to the point where it’s hard to know what’s real and what’s fiction, who said what or if certain characters even exist, and whether the ‘narrator’ is a character in the novel or Auster himself.

I don’t think this one quite reaches the philosophical highs of New York Trilogy but the story itself feels more real and more lived in. I loved how the story unfolded and how the narration switched between first, second, and third person seamlessly. Not to mention the gracefulness of handling a topic as intense as incest.

Great novel and totally recommend for anyone looking for an engaging, quick read. I knocked this one out in less than a week.