The prose of The Brooklyn Follies, for long stretches, is exceedingly warm, inviting and, for the most part, persuasive.
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. . .pull at the reins of credibility, but the tone of The Brooklyn Follies trips so lightly between gravitas and moments of levity, between Wittgenstein and gumshoe, that most readers will stay along for the ride, and the restoration.
Slightly more disappointing, however, are the moments of uninspired dialogue weighed down with cliché and stiff humour.
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Auster has put aside his darker obsessions for the time being and listened to his neighbourhood's raucous, bitter-sweet tale of uncommon community.
But I rather like Auster's darker obsessions. Still, it's a nice little prank that what sounds to me (from reviews thus far) to be a distinctly post-9/11 spirit of community should be portrayed in a novel that ends on 9/11.
Will be counting out Christmas money and weighing carefully how to spend it...