sit up straight. you'll never meet the buddha with such rounded shoulders.
Sunday, April 02, 2006
the new york trilogy
i may have reached paul auster saturation, at least for the time being. not that i didn't like this book, but by the end i was really tired of private eyes and people ending up locked in small rooms with their lives and physical selves deteriorating all around them. i'm realizing that most of his characters need a big kick in the butt.