This was my first reading of Paul Auster`s work. My friend Juan Pablo had told me this writer and baseball lover is a harsh narrator of solitude and life… I had expectations of his talent I needed to prove out.
The first sentence of the book is really captivating: “I was twelve years old the first time I walked on water”. I felt completly sure the story was a kind of magical novel about a blessed boy that one day found out how to go against the law of gravity. But then I discovered this book was pretty different… very well written indeed and the “magical thing” is handled very soberly. It is not a fantasy book and that’s what I liked the most. The story happens in during the years of the great Depression in the United States and the book demonstrates it, almost sociologically.