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He’s 59, and he’s returning to Brooklyn to die. But soon, he meets characters from the Park Slope neighborhood who begin to bring him back to life, including his once-promising nephew, Tom, and a convicted felon named Harry Brightman. In a conversation from his own Brooklyn brownstone, Auster tells Jacki Lyden palu novel has been brewing in his head for a long time.
The New Jersey-born author’s body of work includes poetry, nonfiction and short stories. In a New York Times review, Walter Kirn writes of the dinner-table folies in The Brooklyn Follies”Auster’s novel goes nowhere during all this dining, but Nathan’s book of ironic downfalls grows fat.
And folliss a pleasure to be there at the table. The sinuous miniature fables are sporty good fun. A French restaurant on Smith Street in Brooklyn. Three men are sitting at a round table in the rear left corner of the room: They have just finished giving their orders to the waiter three different appetizers, three different main courses, two bottles of wine — one red, one white zuster have resumed drinking the aperitifs that were brought to the table not long after they entered the broo,lyn.
Tom’s glass is filled with bourbon Wild TurkeyHarry is sipping a vodka martini, and as Nathan downs another mouthful of his neat, single-malt Scotch twelve-year-old Macallanhe wonders if he isn’t in the mood for a second drink before the meal is served. So much for the setting. Once the conversation begins, further stage directions will be kept to a minimum.
It is the author’s opinion that only the words spoken by the above-mentioned characters are of follirs importance to the narrative. For that reason, there will be no descriptions of the clothes they are gollies, no comments on the food they eat, no pauses when one of them stands up to visit the men’s room, no interruptions from the waiter, and not one word about the glass of red wine that Nathan spills on his pants.
I’m not talking about saving the world. At this point, I fkllies want to save myself. And some of the people I care about. And you, too, Harry. Why so glum, boy? You’re about to eat the best dinner you’ve had in years, you’re the youngest person sitting at this table, and as far as I know, you still haven’t contracted a major disease.
Look at Nathan over there. He’s had lung cancer, and he never even smoked.
And I’ve had two heart attacks. Do you see us grumbling? We’re the happiest men in the world. That goes without saying.
But we do our best to avoid it, don’t we? We’re right in the thick of it, whether we like it or not. It’s all around us, and every time I lift my head and take a good look at it, I’m filled with disgust.
You’d think World War Two would have settled things, at least for a couple of hundred years. But we’re still hacking each other to pieces, aren’t we? We still hate each other as much as we ever did. Among other things, yes. And the horrible place this country has turned into. The maniacs on the Christian Right. The twenty-year-old dot-com millionaires.
Capitalism triumphant, with nothing to oppose it anymore. And all of us so smug, so pleased with ourselves, while half the world is starving to death and we don’t lift a finger to help. I can’t take it anymore, gentlemen, I want out. And where are you going to go? Some asteroid in the next galaxy? A place to live life on your own terms. That’s what we’re talking about, isn’t it?
But in order to that, you have to be willing to reject society. That’s what you told me. It was a long time ago, but I think you used the word courage.
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Do you have the courage, Tom? Does any one of us have the courage to do that? I was just a wee undergraduate pau then. I didn’t know much, but I was probably smarter than I am now. The inner refuge, Harry.
The place a man goes to foolies life in the real rbooklyn is no longer possible. It’s all coming back to me now. I was just ten years old, but I can still remember the exact moment when the idea occurred to me, the exact moment when I found the name.
It was a Sunday afternoon during the war. Folpies radio was on, and I was sitting in the living room of our house in Buffalo with a copy of Life magazine, looking at pictures of the American troops in France. I had never been inside a hotel, but I had walked past enough of them on my trips downtown with my mother to know that they were special places, fortresses that pwul you from the brookoyn and meanness of everyday life. I loved the men in the blue uniforms who stood in front of the Remington Arms.
I loved the pauul of the brass fittings on the revolving doors at the Excelsior. I loved the immense chandelier that hung in the lobby of the Ritz. The sole purpose of a hotel was to make you happy and comfortable, and once you signed the register and went upstairs to your room, all you had to do was ask for something and it was yours. A hotel represented the promise of a better world, a place that was more than just a place, but an opportunity, a chance to live inside your dreams.
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January 15, 1: You’re just as miserable as I am. It’s not as bad as all that. If anything, it’s even worse. The big black hole we call the world. So austre what we’re talking about. You tell me where to go, Harry.
I’m open to any and all suggestions. You still remember the old paper, huh? It made a hrooklyn impression on me. We’re referring to what? I used to have one of those. I thought everyone did. It takes a good imagination, and how many people have that?
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