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1179803 No.1179803 [Reply] [Original]

For those who read it, how was the New York Trilogy? It was decent, but I think the whole postmodern schtick ran away with itself a bit.

>> No.1179808

too perfect. i literally just started this book for my postmodernism class.

>> No.1179815

Have you read any Beckett yet? TNYT is largely a gloss on Beckett. Read Molloy first, at least, if not the whole trilogy.

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1179822

comic > book

>> No.1179830

>>1179822
I was considering taking a gander at that as well.
>>1179815
Can you recommend any specific titles? I haven't heard of that author.

>> No.1179837

>>1179830

Uh, Samuel Beckett, arguably one of the oh say 10, maybe 5, most important writers of the 20th century. TNYT is Auster's homage to Beckett.

Molloy isn't very long, you should try to read that before Auster. It will make TNYT have more resonance for you, and it will probably get you some points from your professor.

>> No.1179862

How the hell do any of you LIKE The New York Trilogy? I found the premise enticing but was completely dissatisfied with the stories themselves.

>> No.1179875

>>1179862

Kind of the point; not sposed to resolve into a tidy package.

I thought they were kind of brill. But they were taught to me by a writer who was a Beckett fanatic, and Auster came to our class. So there was that.

>> No.1179894

>>1179875
It wasn't the lack of resolution that bugged me the most (though there was that, a little bit), but the way that each of the stories meandered aimlessly about. Hell, on paper I should have enjoyed them - admittedly I like what they did with questions of identity and I ALWAYS love me some metafiction. I kept reading them hoping that they would pick themselves up and I would actually enjoy them, but it just never happened.