Michael Sorkin, "On Paul Auster"
I am not a big fan of Paul Auster's fiction, but his memoirs The Invention of Solitude is one of my favorite books. Luc Sante, whose writing is so much about New York City moved to the country long ago while Auster is still happily living in Brooklyn. Perhaps Sorkin's point about Brooklyn being a mental Arden is true. I hadn't thought of our own move to Brooklyn as a search for that "elusive mental Arden," but that is just exactly what it is.