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Paul Auster, prolific author of The New York Trilogy, dies aged 77

With his hooded eyes, soulful air and leading-man looks, Auster was often described as a ‘literary superstar’ in news accounts

American writer and director Paul Auster attends a photocall during the annual Edinburgh International Book Festival. Photograph: Roberto Ricciuti/Getty Images

Alex Williams
Wed May 1 2024 - 06:33

Paul Auster, a prolific novelist, memoirist and screenwriter who rose to fame in the 1980s with his postmodern reanimation of the noir novel and who endured to become one of the signature New York writers of his generation, died of complications from lung cancer at his home in Brooklyn on Tuesday evening. He was 77.

His death was confirmed by a friend, Jacki Lyden.

With his hooded eyes, soulful air and leading-man looks, Auster was often described as a “literary superstar” in news accounts. The Times Literary Supplement of Britain once called him “one of America’s most spectacularly inventive writers”.

Though a New Jersey native, he became indelibly linked with the rhythms of his adopted city, which was a character of sorts in much of his work – particularly Brooklyn, where he settled in 1980 amid the oak-lined streets of brownstones in the Park Slope neighbourhood.

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As his reputation grew, Auster came to be seen as a guardian of Brooklyn’s rich literary past, as well as an inspiration to a new generation of novelists who flocked to the borough in the 1990s and later.

“Paul Auster was the Brooklyn novelist back in the 1980s and 1990s, when I was growing up there, at a time when very few famous writers lived in the borough”, author and poet Meghan O’Rourke, who was raised in nearby Prospect Heights, wrote in an email. “His books were on all my parents’ friends’ shelves. As teenagers, my friends and I read Auster’s work avidly for both its strangeness – that touch of European surrealism – and its closeness.

“Long before ‘Brooklyn’ became a place where every novelist seemed to live, from Colson Whitehead to Jhumpa Lahiri,” she added, “Auster made being a writer seem like something real, something a person actually did.”

His reputation was anything but local, however. He took home several literary prizes in France alone. Like Woody Allen and Mickey Rourke, Auster, who had lived in Paris as a young man, became one of those rare American imports to be embraced by the French as a native son.

“The first thing you hear as you approach an Auster reading, anywhere in the world, is French,” New York magazine observed in 2007. “Merely a bestselling author in these parts, Auster is a rock star in Paris.”

In Britain, his 2017 novel 4321, which examined four parallel versions of the early life of its protagonist – as Auster was, a Jewish boy born in Newark in 1947 – was shortlisted for the Man Booker Prize.

His career began to take flight in 1982, with his memoir The Invention of Solitude, a haunting rumination on his distant relationship with his recently deceased father. His first novel, City of Glass, was rejected by 17 publishers before it was published by a small press in California in 1985.

Most writers are perfectly satisfied with traditional literary models and happy to produce works they feel are beautiful and true and good

—  Paul Auster - A Life in Words

The book became the first instalment in his most celebrated work, The New York Trilogy, three novels later packaged in a single volume. It was listed as one of the 25 most significant New York City novels of the last 100 years in a round-up in T, the style magazine published by The New York Times.

City of Glass is the story of a mystery writer who is reeling from personal loss – an ever-present theme in Auster’s work – and who, through a wrong number, is mistaken for a private detective named, yes, Paul Auster. The writer begins to take on the detective’s identity, losing himself in a real-life sleuthing job of his own while descending into madness.

In some ways the book was a classic shamus tale. But Auster chafed at being limited by genre. “You could also say Crime and Punishment is a detective story, I suppose,” he said in his 2017 book A Life in Words, a self-analysis of his work.

With its fractured narrative, unreliable narrator and deconstruction of identity, his approach at times seemed ready for analysis in college courses on literary theory.

‘Beautiful, True and Good’

“Auster played brilliantly throughout his career in the game of literary postmodernism, but with a simplicity of language that could have come out of a detective novel”, Will Blythe, an author and former literary editor of Esquire, said in an email. “He seemed to view life itself as fiction, in which one’s self evolves exactly the way a writer creates a character.”

As Auster put it in A Life in Words, “most writers are perfectly satisfied with traditional literary models and happy to produce works they feel are beautiful and true and good”.

He added: “I’ve always wanted to write what to me is beautiful, true, and good, but I’m also interested in inventing new ways to tell stories. I wanted to turn everything inside out.”

While to some critics such experimentalism brought to mind the deconstruction approach of Jacques Derrida, Auster often described himself as a throwback who preferred Emily Brontë over French philosopher Jean Baudrillard, as he said in a 2009 interview with British newspaper The Independent.

He eschewed computers, often writing by fountain pen in his beloved notebooks.

“Keyboards have always intimidated me,” he told The Paris Review in 2003.

“A pen is a much more primitive instrument,” he said. “You feel that the words are coming out of your body, and then you dig the words into the page. Writing has always had that tactile quality for me. It’s a physical experience.”

He would then turn to his vintage Olympia typewriter to type his handwritten manuscripts. He immortalised the trusty machine in his 2002 book The Story of My Typewriter, with illustrations by painter Sam Messer.

Such antiquarian methods did nothing to slow Auster’s breathless output. Writing six hours a day, often seven days a week, he pumped out a new book nearly annually for years. He ultimately published 34 books, accounting for shorter works that were later incorporated into larger books, including 18 novels and several acclaimed memoirs and assorted autobiographical works, along with plays, screenplays and collections of stories, essays and poems.

By the 1990s, Auster had set his sights on Hollywood. He wrote several screenplays, some of which he directed.

Smoke (1995), directed by Wayne Wang from a screenplay by Auster, was based on a Christmas story by the author published in the Times. It drew deeply from his life in Park Slope, where he shared a brick town house with his wife, novelist Siri Hustvedt.

The film, heavy with philosophical musings, stars Harvey Keitel as Auggie, the proprietor of a Park Slope tobacco shop that is a locus for a colourful assortment of neighbourhood dreamers and eccentrics. One is Paul Benjamin (Auster’s early pen name; Benjamin was his middle name), a cerebral, cigarette-puffing writer (William Hurt) whose life is saved when a young man (Harold Perrineau) pulls him from the path of a truck.

Paul Benjamin Auster was born February 3rd, 1947, in Newark, the elder of two children of Samuel and Queenie (Bogat) Auster. His father was a landlord who owned buildings in Jersey City with his brothers.

Paul Auster grew up in South Orange, New Jersey, and later nearby Maplewood, but his home was not a happy one, he wrote. His parents’ marriage was strained, and his relationship with his father remote. “It was not that I felt he disliked me,” Auster wrote in The Invention of Solitude. “It was just that he seemed distracted, unable to look in my direction.”

After graduating from Columbia High School in Maplewood, he enrolled in Columbia University, where he participated in the student uprising of 1968 and met his first wife, writer Lydia Davis, who was a student at Barnard College.

After receiving a bachelor’s degree in comparative literature in 1969, followed by a master’s in the same subject, he did a stint working on an oil tanker before moving to Paris. There, he scraped together rent money by translating French literature while starting to publish his own work in literary journals.

He published his first book, a collection of translations called A Little Anthology of Surrealist Poems, in 1972. In 1974, he returned to New York City and married Davis. He was soon trying such ventures as marketing a baseball card game he invented before his writing career began to blossom in the 1980s.

For a writer whose work was filled with themes of pain and loss, far greater pain would come his way.

In the spring of 2022, his son Daniel Auster, 44, died following a drug overdose 11 days after being charged in the death of his 10-month-old daughter, Ruby. In a deposition, Daniel Auster said he had shot heroin before taking a nap with his daughter and, upon waking up, found her dead from what was determined to be acute intoxication of heroin and fentanyl.

Paul Auster issued no comment on the death.

In addition to his wife, Auster is survived by his daughter, Sophie Auster; his sister, Janet Auster, and a grandson.

There’s a tendency among journalists to regard the work that puts you in the public eye for the first time as your best work

—  Paul Auster - A Life in Words

Paul Auster remained prolific, publishing several books in recent years, including Burning Boy: The Life and Work of Stephen Crane (2021) and Bloodbath Nation (2023), a chilling meditation on American gun violence. His final novel, Baumgartner, came out last year.

As novelist Fiona Maazel noted in The New York Times Book Review, Baumgartner is replete with many classic Auster touches that bring to mind his earlier works: The earnest, bookish male protagonist, the narrative instabilities. But it is also a novel that reflects the inner struggles of an author in his later years dealing with age and grief.

“At its heart, Baumgartner is about warring states of mind,” Maazel wrote. “Our hero is a philosophy professor (for clarity I’ll call him Sy, as his friends do) who lost his wife nearly 10 years ago in a freak accident and has been caught between hanging on and letting go – or even pushing away – ever since.”

Despite his long and productive career, Auster at times expressed irritation that much of his career had been assessed in relation to The New York Trilogy, his breakout work.

“There’s a tendency among journalists to regard the work that puts you in the public eye for the first time as your best work,” he said in A Life in Words. “Take Lou Reed. He can’t stand Walk on the Wild Side. This song is so famous, it followed him around all his life.”

“Even so,” he added, “I don’t think in terms of ‘best’ or ‘worst.’ Making art isn’t like competing in the Olympics, after all.” – This article originally appeared in The New York Times.

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