PAUL AUSTER

Paul, Siri and his family became part of my "literary family". I saw Paul many times in Buenos aires, my daughter sang to him. We both adored his novels where absurdism and chance were intertwined with irony. We feel life has lost a lot of its magic. I cannot say how sorry I am to Siri, their daughter and grandson. If I as reader feel this incomprehensible void in my life. Sending all my love and gratitude to the Auster family for having taken care of Mr. Auster so selflessly.

I want to say to someone, that Pauls memory and his writing inspired in me a belief in the power to transform. Transform what we see into possibility and understanding. Transform from a bleak soulless existence. I listened to a radio interview with him back in the 1980´s arriving home from work after a long tiring shift in a children´s home in north London. He said something about the power of coincidence and chance being life giving. His voice was hypnotic to me. It seemed to open a door I...

I´m no one, and not terribly well read, average maybe. But every time I started a novel by Paul Auster, it was as if his literary DNA matched my receptors exactly, and my brain would settle down and understand and hum like perfect machinery. I´ve read just about everything he wrote, and this happened with every single novel of his . No other author hit my mind like smack, as his did so reliably. Thank you, Mr. Auster, I will miss reading you.