Not Shakespeare but Kafka waves and smiles at the readers, as Auster takes them into his New York, a City of Glass, filled with Colors and containing the secrets of Locked Rooms. But Auster's world is not the world of tourists and stock brokers. It is the world of knowledge, the intimate conscience of literature, philosophy and the psyche of man. He carefully builds up a card-house of themes and expectations - only to turn it all around the next instance and to make the reader understand that it is not a card-house at all, but a mirror into which he made the reader stare. To relate the details and incidents would be a waste of time, that is best left to Auster. But to those who are not afraid of the unexpected, those who enjoy elaborate weirdness at times and who have the willpower to triumph over the novel by finishing this book that at times almost comes alive and seems to fight the reader's intention...to those of you I can promise a really good time!