E comeo a me deliciar com o novo Paul Auster, recm sado do forno, “Travels in the Scriptorium” (Faber and Faber, 2006).

e comea assim:

“the old man sits on the edge of the narrow bed, palms spread out on his knees, head down, staring at the floor. He has no idea that a camera is planted in the ceiling directly above him. The shutter clicks silently once every second, producing eight-six thousand four hundred still photos with each revolution of the earth. Even if he knew he was being watched, it wouldn’t make any difference. His mind is elsewhere, stranded among the figments in his head as he searches for an answer to the question that haunts him.”