I actually read this last week, and enjoyed it thoroughly. It was incidentally also my introduction to Auster's novels, and I find my literary palate to be yearning for another portion already. My intention is to hold off a bit though, for the sake of variety and not to read myself out on him*
The way his books throw the plots about into small logical mysteries of sorts, turning on storytelling conventions in jarring, yet gentle plot-movements, really appealed to me. While the novel has a sort of post modern tincture due to the curiosity of the plots, I find he's a far more easily read author than most, mostly because he's all plot and motion, with very few stops for philosophical musings. This can, of course, be both good and bad, but in his case I found it to be effective.
One thing though, in one of the stories there's a newspaper clipping of a man finding his father's frozen body, and I realized that this was very familiar... I kept thinking about it afterwards, trying to figure out where I've heard it; if it might be an urban legend or something along those lines.
Well, shortly after reading it, I Googled Mr Auster, and found out that he'd written the movies "Smoke" and "Blue in the face," which I recalled enjoying back when they came out on video, and so I re-rented "Smoke"... Lo and behold, there the story reappeared. Phew! That could've torn on me for ages.
Sorry for that long digression, but what the hey, there's too little text in this poor thread.
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*"Reading myself out" meaning having read too much by an author, and ending up being sick of what he/she might have to say. Most notable example I can think of is Kurt Vonnegut, who I've needed to take an extended break from after I read five of his novels in a row.