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"A high-wire explication of his inner life... Auster's phenomenal literary powers are generated by his equal fluency in matters emotional and cerebral. Here the origins of that sustaining duality are revealed." --Donna Seaman, "Booklist"


December 2013 Indie Next Pick "A high-wire explication of his inner life... Auster's phenomenal literary powers are generated by his equal fluency in matters emotional and cerebral. Here the origins of that sustaining duality are revealed." --Donna Seaman, "Booklist"

"The interplay of memory, identity and the creative imagination informs this portrait of the artist as a young man, a memoir that the novelist's avid readership will find particularly compelling.... Auster has long rendered life as something of a puzzle; here are some significant, illuminating pieces." --"Kirkus"

December 2013 Indie Next Pick "Celebrated author Auster ("Sunset Park") observes his own life in this engaging memoir... Auster presents a fascinating take on the memoir. Students and fans will appreciate his original examination of his interior self." - Library Journal (Starred)"A high-wire explication of his inner life... Auster's phenomenal literary powers are generated by his equal fluency in matters emotional and cerebral. Here the origins of that sustaining duality are revealed." --Donna Seaman, "Booklist"

"The interplay of memory, identity and the creative imagination informs this portrait of the artist as a young man, a memoir that the novelist's avid readership will find particularly compelling.... Auster has long rendered life as something of a puzzle; here are some significant, illuminating pieces." --"Kirkus"

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"Intimate, even claustrophobic, this journey into the author's memory banks reads like a primal scream, an attempt to relive his youth and evolution."--" Oprah Magazine
""Auster should be recognized as one of the great American prose stylists of our time.... [Auster's] autobiographical works are jewels perfectly cut, luminous little books... It would not be inaccurate to describe the first section, which gives the book its title, as perfect." "- The New York Times Book Review
"""Report from the Interior" is a fetchingly original, if eclectic, examination of what it feels like to be a young person in a puzzle-world that still hasn't fallen into place. We all felt it as children; Auster has simply revisited it and put it into words."" -- Richmond Times-Dispatch
""["Report From the Interior"] adds another piece to the jigsaw puzzle of one of our greatest writers.... There are wonderful Austerian twists and ruminations here, making for a satisfying addition to his eclectic canon." "-- Shelf Awareness
""[Auster is an] achingly talented essayist." "-- Denver Post
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"Celebrated author Auster ("Sunset Park") observes his own life in this engaging memoir... Auster presents a fascinating take on the memoir. Students and fans will appreciate his original examination of his interior self." - "Library Journal" (Starred)
"A high-wire explication of his inner life... Auster's phenomenal literary powers are generated by his equal fluency in matters emotional and cerebral. Here the origins of that sustaining duality are revealed." --Donna Seaman, "Booklist"

"The interplay of memory, identity and the creative imagination informs this portrait of the artist as a young man, a memoir that the novelist's avid readership will find particularly compelling.... Auster has long rendered life as something of a puzzle; here are some significant, illuminating pieces." --"Kirkus"

Intimate, even claustrophobic, this journey into the author's memory banks reads like a primal scream, an attempt to relive his youth and evolution. "Oprah Magazine"

Auster should be recognized as one of the great American prose stylists of our time . [Auster's] autobiographical works are jewels perfectly cut, luminous little books It would not be inaccurate to describe the first section, which gives the book its title, as perfect. "The New York Times Book Review"

"Report from the Interior" is a fetchingly original, if eclectic, examination of what it feels like to be a young person in a puzzle-world that still hasn't fallen into place. We all felt it as children; Auster has simply revisited it and put it into words. "Richmond Times-Dispatch"

["Report From the Interior"] adds another piece to the jigsaw puzzle of one of our greatest writers.... There are wonderful Austerian twists and ruminations here, making for a satisfying addition to his eclectic canon. "Shelf Awareness"

[Auster is an] achingly talented essayist. "Denver Post"

Celebrated author Auster ("Sunset Park") observes his own life in this engaging memoir Auster presents a fascinating take on the memoir. Students and fans will appreciate his original examination of his interior self. "Library Journal (Starred)"

A high-wire explication of his inner life Auster's phenomenal literary powers are generated by his equal fluency in matters emotional and cerebral. Here the origins of that sustaining duality are revealed. "Donna Seaman, Booklist"

The interplay of memory, identity and the creative imagination informs this portrait of the artist as a young man, a memoir that the novelist's avid readership will find particularly compelling . Auster has long rendered life as something of a puzzle; here are some significant, illuminating pieces. "Kirkus""

Über den Autor und weitere Mitwirkende

Paul Auster is the bestselling author of "Winter Journal," "Sunset Park," "Invisible," "The Book of Illusions," and "The New York Trilogy," among many other works. He has been awarded the Prince of Asturias Prize for Literature, the Prix Medicis Etranger, the Independent Spirit Award, and the Premio Napoli. He is a member of the American Academy of Arts and Letters, the American Academy of Arts and Sciences, and a Commandeur de l'Ordre des Arts et des Lettres. He lives in Brooklyn, New York."

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Very boring.Typical excessive American creative-writing stuff, Whom does this interest ? the open end promises a continuation, alas. At least the style is acceptable! However in my experience, Auster is known for its extreme ups and downs...
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3.0 von 5 Sternen Too Much Filler 19. November 2013
Von L. Young - Veröffentlicht auf Amazon.com
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Paul Auster has admitted in interviews that in the past few years he has found it harder and harder to come up with ideas for novels. So given this lack of ideas for fiction he seems to be churning out non-fiction of late, 'Winter Journal' in August 2012 and just 9 months ago 'Here and Now', a collection of his not very interesting correspondence with novelist J.M. Coetzee. Now we have 'Report from the Interior'. Where in 'Winter Journal' he examined his life through his physical self, he here examines his life through his interior life - his memories. For the most part I found the results lackluster. The first section of the book about his childhood, spent in middle class, suburban New Jersey is filled with memories of school, summer camp, school dances and girls, not any different from the memories of other suburban boys. Nothing makes this material rise about the ordinary, although there are occasional flashes of humor as when a family friend arrives with baseball legend Whitey Ford in tow to introduce to the young, baseball loving Auster. Is it Whitey or an imposter? Fifty years later he still doesn't know.There is an occasional flash of brillance when early in the book he describes his experience as a youngster floating outside himself, 'a phantom without weight', a dissassociatve feeling that still comes back to haunt him so many years later. But such instances are few and far between here.

The third section of the book is relatively interesting. While writing this book his first wife author, Lydia Davis, offered to provide him with copies of his correspondence to her, written while in their twenties. He focuses here on the earliest ones written to her between the ages of 19-22. These letters tell of his time at Columbia University and then in Paris doing some translation work, and his agonizing over whether to complete his junior year abroad or drop out of Columbia making him eligible for the draft during the Vietnam War. In these letters we catch glimpses of the superb writer that Auster will become. Unfortunately this section which ends the book ends with a lengthly letter to Davis describing apartment hunting in NYC, drunkenness and carousing - a touch of the juvenile. To me it was mere filler which is the main problem with this book. To be honest this book is chock full of filler. In the second section of the book Auster spends seventy pages describing in excruciating detail the plots of two films that impacted his childhood - 'The Incredible Shrinking Man' and 'I am a Fugitve from a Chain Gang'. It's easy to understand the emotional impact of these films on a young boy, but I can't explain his need to fill so many pages on them, far more pages then he gives to any books that may have influenced him as a child, which are barely mentioned at all.

Then there is the final section of filler entitled 'Album', grainy black and white photos that illustrate his text - photos from the two movies, as well as news events, and baseball and entertainment figures mentioned in the text, all unneccessary and added to fatten the otherwise slim content of this book. All in all I found it disappointing.
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5.0 von 5 Sternen One Writer's Beginnings 4. Februar 2014
Von Foster Corbin - Veröffentlicht auf Amazon.com
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While all of REPORT FROM THE INTERIOR is interesting, the first section is in a word simply brilliant as Paul Auster remembers the first years of his life. (The section ends with an event that happened when the writer was in seventh grade and he was born in 1947.) The opening paragraph is stunning and one I reread again and again: "In the beginning, everything was alive. The smallest objects were endowed with beating hearts and even the clouds had names. Scissors could walk, telephones and teapots were first cousins, eyes and eyeglasses were brothers. . . The branches of trees were arms. Stones could think, and God was everywhere."

To those of us of his generation, Mr. Auster brings that time vividly back to our remembrance: the polio scare, the unsuccessful campaign of Stevenson for President in 1952, Hopalong Cassidy, the Long Ranger and Tonto, "The Twilight Zone" and literally dozens of other references to what was happening in the U. S. Mr. Auster cannot remember learning how to read. "At some point in your adolescence, your mother told you that you could identify the letters of the alphabet by the time you were three or four." He isn't sure this is a true statement since his mother "tended to exaggerate" about the accomplishments of her son. (Sound familiar?) At any rate Mr. Auster fell in love with reading and books,-- although he says there were few books in his home-- purchasing the Modern Library edition of Poe's complete poems and stories when he was only nine-- he didn't understand all that he was reading but loved the sounds of the words -- and later becoming enamored with O. Henry and purchasing in 1958 DOCTOR ZHIVAGO, another book way too difficult for an eleven year old to understand.

Mr. Auster of course was taught by his teachers that "no country could compare to the paradise you lived in" and that every boy [no girl certainly] could grow up to dream of becoming president; but nothing was said about the plight of poor black people or the Indians. He also learned that his father had worked briefly for Thomas Edison, one of Mr. Auster's heroes, and had lost the job only because he was Jewish as Edison was rabidly Anti-Semitic. The writer is not sure exactly when he understood he was a Jew, but it probably came sometime after he realized he was an American. "By the time you were seven or eight, you were beginning to catch on. Jews were invisible, they had no part to play in American life, and they never appeared as heroes in books or films or television shows."

This book would have been incredible if it consisted of only the first section. But we have more although nothing in the rest of the book is quite as good as this part. In the second section "Two Blows to the Head" Mr. Auster remembers two films from his youth that left indelible impressions on him: "The Incredible Shrinking Man" and "I Am a Fugitive from a Chain Gang." The third section "Tim Capsule" consists of letters he wrote to his first wife Lydia Davis when he was a first young man while a student at Columbia, living both in New York and Paris. We get inside the head of a young man in love who is against the war in Vietnam and anxious about being called up for the draft. Finally he writes to Ms. Davis of his early attempts at becoming a writer.
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4.0 von 5 Sternen original approach to an autobiography from a writer who excels in fiction 20. Februar 2014
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It occurs to me that I should state that I read almost every book Paul Auster ever written. In fact, I first stumbled on him as a writer when I picked up a copy of "Timbuktu" browsing through library stacks in college. "Timbuktu" was the book I had planned to write post graduation, only Auster had better plot, writing, and execution.

I proceeded to read every book he wrote up until "Timbuktu". I kept revising Auster's characters, some of whom stayed with me (particularly, the protagonist of "In The Country of Last Things").

I remember reading in an interview with Auster when he stated that the characters take over him brain and make him tell their stories. When he sits down to write he doesn't know what will happen, he just lets his characters develop and progress.

Auster is one of the best contemporary novelists today, but in recent years his work has turned even more autobiographical than before. It was one thing to write novels that had elements of his life, It's all-together different to write an autobiography.

For that is what Auster does in his latest book, "Report from the Interior." In his latest book, Auster continues to explore themes that are important to him - his childhood, his loves, his relationship with his parents. Auster has always been huge on self-identity and self-exploration. In this novel, he looks upon himself in the second-person. The book ends with intimate letters to the woman who would become his first wife.

This is probably the most original viewpoint one can give his readers in an autobiography. The "you do this, you feel this," draws the reader in. There is a lot of buy-in; a reader must determine fairly quickly whether he is willing to put the time investment to read it.

Out of the previous ten Auster novels I read, each took me hours, several days at the most, to read. "Report from the Interior" took me weeks. Why the discrepancy? Although it is a unique approach to retelling your story, the second-person usage is often cumbersome to read.

Because I judge books by how engaging they are, I can't give this book its full five stars.
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4.0 von 5 Sternen The inner self portrait 1. Februar 2014
Von Grady Harp - Veröffentlicht auf Amazon.com
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Paul Auster continues to be one of this reviewer's favorite authors. Deeply moved by his previous autobiographical book WINTER JOURNAL the following was that response: `Paul Auster is a hero among readers of his works, actually a hero among contemporary writers in general as is book always both challenge and entertain the reader, and finishing one of this books offers that rare sensation that you have been through an important experience. In WINTER JOURNAL Auster is in a reflective mood and while many of the great writers have offered a review of their lives, their works, their development as an artist and their finally coming to grips with the fact that age is marching toward death, Auster elects to place the reader in his shoes, feel the realities as he views them and the result is far more than a memoir or a reflection on his philosophy than a conversation with one of the great men of letters. For those who are approaching the years of aging this book will be at once comforting and challenging. Auster is unafraid to elicit visceral responses from his reader - 'This body is a catalogue of sensory data. What one might call a phenomenology of breathing.' He is unafraid to undress and display his own scars from life, scars often self-induced by habits and indulgences that threaten this time in this life. But again in reference to his honoring of memory as an aspect of our daily mental exercises he reminds us that the corporal changes that occur with the passage of time or the origin of our ability to continue on with the life we have left. And for Auster and his career with words he summarizes `Writing begins in the body, it is the music of the body.' The journey in which he accompanies us allows us to see as we perhaps have not viewed the world before.'

In this REPORT FROM THE INTERIOR Auster opens his developing mind as a child and into the coming of age and adulthood in a way that somehow seems more reportage and the sensitivity of WINTER JOURNAL. Perhaps that is a perspective shared by others. The book does open the door to the manner in which Auster responded to the mechanics of his growing body, the evolution of his psyche, his libido and his social conscience. There is are reflections of time many of us have endured and witnessed and Auster in his masterful manner revisits each of our pasts simply by sharing his own. The book Vine sent is an ARC so the quality of the paper and the photographs reproduced at book's end is less sophisticated than hopefully the final book will be. But we review what is before our eyes and hope for better. Grady Harp, February 14
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2.0 von 5 Sternen Trying hard to care 26. Januar 2014
Von Thomas F. Dillingham - Veröffentlicht auf Amazon.com
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I am really uncertain why this book has annoyed me as much as it has. I have admired several of Paul Auster's novels and would rate them high; I have enjoyed reading his essays in periodicals when I have encountered them. I know that he is admired and awarded as a writer. But this book has struck me as so tiresome and trivial that I had a hard time finishing reading it.

The memoir purports to describe Auster's childhood and early adult years. The opening paragraphs offer a charming child's view of the world around him, not really reminiscent of Joyce's similar self-portrait in Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man, but having some of the same naive appeal. But in the opening paragraph, Auster begins what is one of the narrative tics that he continues throughout the book--the narrator separates himself from the subject (himself as a younger person) by addressing that younger person as "you": "The face of the clock was a human face, each pea in your bowl had a different personality, and the grille on the front of your parents' car was a grinning mouth with many teeth." And later: "There was no problem in believing that the man in the moon was an actual man. You couild see his face looking down at you from the night sky . . ."

Of course, it is true that a 65 year old man is in many ways NOT the same person as the toddler or even himself as a 22 year old writing to a lover, soon to be lost. The span of this memoir is from babyhood to about 22 (1947 to 1969), and Auster frequently reminds the reader that he has no records--no photos, no letters, no documents--to support the claims he makes about his experiences. He bases his narrative on his memory, and we all know that memory is untrustworthy--gapped, inclined to fill in or even fabricate what we would like to have had happen, whether it did or not, and so on. So Auster constantly asks us to remember his "authority" as a narrator by asserting his honesty in saying that these may be false memories, though he is doing his best to tell the truth as he remembers it. But then in part three, "Time Capsule," he reports that his former wife has returned a batch of letters to him, those he had written to her over a period of several years, including his time at Columbia University in the late 1960s, when the turmoil of the rebellious student takeover of the campus occurred--part of his own experience, reported at that time.

All through the memoir, Auster speaks to "you," then, as though the younger self were a separate entity, even though he acknowledges and hopes we will agree that his memories of that other self are part of himself now. The subject of the
memoir is the problem of writing memoir--one does or does not have documentation to support the validity of one's memories; one is or is not the same person one remembers being at an earlier time; one is or is not the product of the earlier experiences, feelings, readings, viewings, fights, romantic crushes, and so on. And what if the truth is that one is NOT a product of the past, but a constantly evolving new entity--if that were so, what would be the point of repeating all those stories, which have no relationship or outcome. Of if one is the same person, why would one write a memoir as though it were a letter of advice and interpretation to the "you", the separate person, who lived these experiences and is now being reminded of them from a voice separated by many decades. And so on and on.

Part Two of this memoir is devoted almost entirely to detailed scene-by-scene recapitulations of two movies that had a powerful impact on the earlier Paul Auster. The first, "The Incredible Shrinking Man," and the second, "I Am a Fugitive From a Chain Gang"; both movies are thought-provoking and emotionally engaging in ways that Auster makes clear--both in terms of their impact on his earlier self and, by describing them in detail, showing that they still have the power to challenge and move viewers.
These movies are two titles among many--Auster tells us of many of the books he read during his youth and college years, and speaks often of influential movies. Anyone who grew up in the 50s and 60s will recognize the titles, probably will have read and seen many of them during the same period. A reader might well agree that Diary of Anne Frank and On the Beach and many of his other titles were formative in one's own experience. And there is part of the problem.

Auster effectively disowns the effort to claim or to portray the power and the fascination of his early experiences. They all happened to the "you" he addresses, often in sympathetic tones. It certainly makes sense to treat with some skepticism the attitudes, enthusiasms, tastes, and supposed experiences of a much younger person, especially if one is not confident that the earlier person can be trusted as a construct of oneself. But how is that of interest to a reader? At one point, Auster tells us that he started to write a journal when he was 18, but quit because he could not see the point of writing about what he knew had just happened, and he concludes that his self at that time did not understand that the audience for that journal was his older self. Indeed.

The final section of this memoir is a collection of drawings and photographs, mostly still shots from the movies he has mentioned, a few news photos, especially of the Newark riots and the Columbia University insurrection, and for the most part, the photos are impersonal, except that they are all related to details narrated earlier in the book. They do not include pictures of Paul Auster.

I shared many of the experiences Auster describes, including much of the reading and many of the movies mentioned, as well as living near many of the dramatic events (even having been involved in a few) described. So why would I not be interested in reading Auster's account of them. It's very odd, but I was repeatedly bored and irritated and had to force myself, as I have already said, to continue to the end. I have no idea who the audience for this book might be--except for Paul Auster.
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