I’m only on chapter 2 of Paul Auster’s new novel, but I’m already having the strange frission of reading about a place you know in that place you know and walking around in a space between reality and fiction.
Taking a snap of the cover in the place shown on the cover seemed irresistable, but by playing with a few variations, it turned into a meditation on the magic of novels… sort of snatching characters right out of the blue, as it were.
Speaking of books, there’s a nice piece about yours truly at if:book.