"That's what happens to you when you laid in a hospital. They take off your clothes, put you in one of those humiliating gowns, and suddenly you stop being yourself. You become the person who inhabits your body, and what you are now is the sum total of that body's failures."
A book that began with the bizarre ungroupings and regroupings of a precarious American family, meanders through Auster's preoccupation with the life unlived that could've been lived and its lingering shadow on the life being lived and finally pans out into a majestically expansive closure where 9/11 as the traumatic event par excellence can only be written on the very brink of silence. The life of the invisible shines as an inner refuge from an external reality gone all wrong and the final plan of having a 'biography insurance' becomes a refuge against the Terror attacks in retrospect. A good book becomes a great book in its finale.
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