Narrator of the story is August Brill, drawn by the frailty of old age, he is in the deepest, onyxschwarzer night in his bed, struggling frantically with the repression of painful and traumatic experiences. The cancer death of his wife. And the emotional turmoil of the rest of the family: still live in the house his daughter Miriam, which was abandoned years ago by her husband and Kathy, his granddaughter, whose friend Titus was murdered.
Tremendously fast-paced, in an almost apocalyptic atmosphere, Brill imagines the story of Owen Brick. The 30-year-old magician by profession, wakes up in a parallel America the present - and is charged with the murder of a man. This America 11 September 2001 is not seen, even the war in Iraq has not given it. Instead, a second Civil War rages. We learn that federalists - fight against independent states and all the bloodshed is now an end to be prepared - under George W. Bush. Bricks mission is to kill the creator of this parallel America, to restore the old "America: August Brill.
On his eschatological odyssey Brick is confronted with his past - his youth swarm, Virginia, tried to persuade him gently on the importance of its mission. Thugs who threaten to murder his wife and left with other arguments that clear traces of Brick, rather choose ungentle methods.
Brill rises again from this fiction to Owen Brick out and made present to us his own personal suffering. The world of literature is a nice consolation to endure the real world. But forgetting sweet antidote ", as it says in Macbeth is not satisfying Brill realizes that he can not deal with stories of grim reality Miriam essay about Rose Hawthorne, the -.. Despite many shortcomings and all their failure - still something of could make her life, wrote in their mediocre poetry once the sentence: As the weird world rolls on It goes on and on and on...
This Auster novel is full of resentment about a divided America. He once again blurred the boundaries between fiction and reality. And he can, as ever, the reader groping in the classic oyster case: It's just all just a story. However, the last third of the novel is devoted to exceptional reality. Since Mr. Auster jumps over the own (postmodern) shadows and lets his narrator poetic, profound and realistic as seldom ponder life. The weird world rolls on - which one wishes for future oyster worlds, even if they enchant and all sorcery - and then to the annoyance of the reader - debunk than Humbug, there are and will remain fascinating worlds in which one would like sinks.
