Homogeneous mood of reflectiveness - up in smoke.

Your narrator is pleased to inform you that he has landed back in London. I am home so worry not, the words will continue to flow and their meaning surely falter. But fear not for all is not lost. Most of it but not all.
Buyabook, readabook,learnabook, knowabook, loveabook, worshipbooks, admireauthors. create. That's phony as hell as our beloved narrator Holden C. would say. Enough of that then.
American Psycho is a distant memory that is, to be fair, awoken by every third or fourth random person I encounter on the street, and sadly enough by approximately every second person I ecounter in University. Bad news indeed. But to keep the trouble low I won't reveal the exactitude or extent of my stirred emotions.
Paul Auster has come and gone since. Music of Chance. Like all his book they require patients, awareness and a willingness to think! Tough, I know. How can you read slowly, to take it all in and recognize what is happening when the book hurls you from word to word, chapter to chapter with the inevitable end constantly coming nearer while always remaining unclear. It is Sysiphus indeed, the endless struggle against the absurd. Push that boulder over the cliff knowning full well you well never manage and will have to start all over again at that one point when everything seems suspended, time momentarily stops and you think 'now, surely, it will fall. I have done it and am free.' No. The end is there but your still at the beginning. That's Auster. The absurd=existence. Very dark and brooding. Beckett and Kafka thrown together just to see what happens. Nobody thought about their dear readers though did they.
A very slow moving book that does pick up midway through. The story makes perfect sense but nobody would ever think of it. Infinitely simple. I recommend it if you are patient. Auster explores the depth of the human mind, its feebleness and strength when faced with the incomprehensible. Like the title suggests everything depends on fate, chance, coincidence, etc. It asks the common unanswerable questions that we all like to ask ourselves but nobody cares to answer anymore. (Not even try to.) It confronts the reader with the stark realities of life. Is there a purpose? Auster is ingenious and I cannot get enough of him. Nobody explores and adequately represents isolation, solitude and intelligence the way he does.
Although I have not even settled yet, still wearing my shoes and sweating in all sorts of places. That's enough stop that now. Ok.
The journey continues backwards from now on with a homeless guy called Stuart. A brief idea of its contents is revealed in the title.
Stay tuned.
M.M.