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“An incandescent
memoir…Contemplative, pugnacious, and achingly tender…A profoundly beautiful
book.”
— Washington Post
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“[A] graceful, moving
new memoir…A kaleidoscopic reflection from one of our most important writers as
he enters life’s winter…Auster’s brilliance is in how he makes his deep love
for his subjects palpable…With Winter
Journal, Auster has given us a remarkable mosaic of his mother and his
second wife, the most vital women in his life, while, at the same time,
allowing readers to catch glimpses of themselves in the expansive life that’s
woven together in this stirring memoir.”
— Dallas Morning News
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“Each year, when the
inevitable hand-wringing begins over the American drought in winning the Nobel
Prize for literature, I’m always surprised that more critics don’t push Paul
Auster…The recent knock against American literature is that it’s ‘insular’ and
‘isolated,’ at least according to one grumpy Nobel Prize judge. As an antidote
to those gripes, I’d like to press a few of Mr. Auster’s books into more
Swedish hands…Mr. Auster’s prose is sharp and the plots are coiled. And best of
all, his stories are addictively entertaining…Mr. Auster has written a spare
meditation that’s thoroughly entertaining. In short, Winter Journal might contemplate the past, but it reinforces Paul
Auster’s status as a writer at the peak of his talents.”
— Pittsburgh Post-Gazette
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“Fascinating…Strikingly
bold and original…Think of it as a literary cousin of Federico Fellini’s
semi-autobiographical film, Amarcord
(‘I remember’)—only this time, we watch the protagonist grow up and become
pensively aware of his mortality.”
— Richmond Times-Dispatch
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“[A] powerful new
memoir…Periodically, Auster writes these long sentences, gently pulling them
like threads from the fabric of his imagination. Perhaps you learned them as
run-ons, but Auster’s are wonders of clarity and cumulative clout. As Auster
escorts you through his life, you realize Winter
Journal works like your own mind. It tells stories; it remembers, moves on,
revisits; it sorts and classifies; it judges. Feels.”
— Plain Dealer
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“Readers of [Paul
Auster’s] string of beguiling novels…will enjoy picking out the
autobiographical roots of some of his fiction…Thoughtful ruminations on the
nexus between the mundane and the meaningful, the physical and the emotional.”
— NPR.org
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“Unusual, affecting…To
experience Auster’s fixation on the body—and his way of staging that fixation
as something you’re complicit in—is to realize that most memoirs don’t work
this way. Not even the ones that focus on illness and death. Memoirs tend to be
psychological studies of how one person’s mind worked through something. Winter Journal instead foregrounds the
physical; on the first page Auster states his intention to catalog ‘what it has
felt like to live inside this body from the first day you can remember being
alive until this one.’ With psychological interpretations stripped off, what’s
left is a more visceral accounting…What becomes clearer, and in its closing
pages more potent, is the way this physical self-scrutiny amplifies his
emotional responses.”
— Barnes and Noble (editorial review)
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“[In Winter Journal] one of the nation’s most
revered fiction writers looks back at his life—and contemplates age and
mortality—in a gripping memoir that hopscotches across the decades.”
— New Orleans Times-Picayune
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“Winter Journal takes up the conceit of a detachable self and develops
it…An engaging book.”
— Wall Street Journal
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“Winter Journal is far more elegiac than angry, more wistful than
soaked in regret…You will feel you have been in the company of a man whose life
has had more ups than downs, more times to celebrate than memories to drown.
Added pleasure will come from the clear, inventive prose that has marked
Auster’s equally inventive novels through the years, from his New York trilogy
to more recent books…When you reach the end of the book, you will have
appreciated the journey as much as he clearly has.”
— St. Louis Post-Dispatch
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“For a reader of a
certain age, perhaps a male reader of a certain age, there’s a sharp shudder of
recognition at the admission of minor vices, of neglect and breakdown, of the
slow ravages of the body over time. As someone who shares many of these
predilections, I find myself rendered nearly breathless by Auster’s willingness
to tell.”
— Los Angeles Times
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“An idiosyncratic
memoir that is at times cerebral, at times bawdy, and in every sense
consistently rewarding…Whether you experience what Auster calls the ‘journey
through winter’ literally or figuratively, this book will serve as a worthy
companion when you embark on it.”
— Bookreporter.com
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“A highly personal
memoir and extended essay, shaped oddly and intimately by an all-embracing
second-person voice.”
— Kansas City Star
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“Auster’s memoir
recalls his free-spirited mother and the history of his own body. We experience
Auster’s appetite for food and drink and literature but foremost for sex, as
well as the crippling panic attacks that plagued him after his mother’s death,
the epiphany he experienced watching a dance performance that cured his
writer’s block, and the intense shame of nearly killing his family in a car
accident. Over time, as Auster’s body alternately ages and is revitalized, the
composition of these elements creates an intimate symphony of selves, a song of
the body for all seasons.”
— Vanity Fair
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“The acclaimed
novelist, now 65, writes affectingly about his body, family, lovers, travels,
and residences as he enters what he calls the winter of his life…Auster’s
memoir courses gracefully over ground that is frequently rough, jarring, and
painful…A consummate professional explores the attic of his life, converting
rumination to art.”
— Kirkus Reviews (starred review)
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“Paul Auster’s novels
are mesmerizing reverie, often chilly to the touch yet exploding with
exponential warmth on deeper consideration. The same can be said for Winter Journal…Here, Auster surveys the
physical, emotional, and spiritual landscapes of his life, then deconstructs
these touchstones one unreliable memory at a time. Deeply musical, often darkly
funny ruminations on baseball, becoming a middle-aged orphan after his mother’s
passing, the enduring power of love, and an intimate history of his own body’s
pains and pleasures weave together to confirm that while no one gets out of
this world alive, each moment can be transcendent.”
— American Way
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“[A] remarkable
meditation on ‘what it has felt like to live inside this body from the first
day you can remember being alive until this one.’ Notice his use of the second
person? One of the first pleasures of Winter
Journal is its feeling of immediacy, as if we are inside Auster’s head
staring with him into memory’s mirror, listening to him talk to himself…Auster
catalogs his memories with all the entertaining artistry of the best medieval
poets.”
— BookPage
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“This august author’s
meandering meditation on time, aging, and the eventual death of his mother
beguiled many readers with its mix of pungent poetics and humble reminiscence.”
— Elle (Readers’ Prize Winner)
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“[A] quietly moving
meditation on death and life…This is the exquisitely wrought catalogue of a
man’s history through his body.”
— Publishers Weekly (starred review)
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“An intensely
sensuous account of strange and dramatic events punctuated by jazzy lists of
everything from the places he’s called home to his favorite foods. Auster’s
most piercing recollections are anchored to injury and illness, close calls and
bad habits, age and ‘the ghoulish trigonometry of fate.’…Auster is startlingly
forthright, mischievously funny, and unfailingly enrapturing as he transforms
intimate memories into a zestful inquiry into the mind-body connection and the
haphazard forging of a self.”
— Booklist (starred review)
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“This book is called
a memoir, but as might be expected of the brilliantly offbeat award-winning
author of The New York Trilogy, it’s not a standard retelling of life events.
Instead, as he approaches his mid-sixties, Auster considers bodily pain and
pleasure, the passage of time, and the weight of memory, stirring in
reflections on his mother’s life and death.”
— Library Journal
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Paul Auster's narration quickly engages the listener as he shares this very personal examination of his life. He effectively modulates pitch and tone as he recounts milestones and victories with an audible smile and sadly reflects upon tragedies and losses. His pacing varies appropriates from brisk to pensive, and his pleasing baritone adds an extra layer of richness to the presentation. Listeners familiar with the author's previous body of work will recognize his trademark quirkiness and highly individual style…Hearing these reminiscences and musings in the author's own voice enhances the intimacy and authenticity of this enjoyable listening experience.
— AudioFile Magazine
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“Auster’s memoir courses gracefully over ground that is frequently rough, jarring and painful . . . But there are summery memories, as well. . . . Some of the loveliest sentences in the text—and there are many—are illuminated by love. . . . A consummate professional explores the attic of his life, converting rumination to art.
— Kirkus (starred review)