Paul Auster’s New York is not so much a place as a state of mind. Noir to the extreme; restless, haunted by the ghosts of characters from stories not yet written.
Paul Auster died on Tuesday; as his wife, Siri Hustvedt said (in an Instagram post embedded below): ” […he] never left Cancerland”. If you can’t get to Auster’s hometown rag – presumably one of the media entities no longer feeling bound by the norms of decency (to which I wonder whether the family have received an apology?) – there is some good reading here at The Guardian.