Anonymous Siri Hustvedt's novels, to me, are like the literary equivalent of Edward Hopper's paintings: portraying that haunting sense of abandonment and alienation in an anonymous American city landscape. Coincidentally, both ...
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Anonymous S.H. owes some of this to her husband, Paul Auster, or does he owe some of himself to her? In either case, the novel is a great read, and ...
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