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No es la típica novela de Auster, pero sí es una novela muy enredada con las demás. Me parece un broche al círculo que el autor emepezó hace muchos años y como broche no es circular, es enrevesada y traviesa, y parece acabar dónde empezó todo, en la cabeza de Paul Auster.

In the far future of 1975, the US and Russia are racing to finish their atomic rockets to be the first to land on the moon. Just the first of many retrocities in the book that it's not really about, but may get a distracted giggle out of you. I think the most important thing a female character does in the whole thing is to faint. Feminist writing, this is not. The book kept my attention, but I found the overall conceit to be poorly motivated... why is this a, let alone the, natural next step? I do have to note, without mentioning them--I'm striving to maintain a spoiler-free review--that other writers in the same period were exploring very similar concepts, so maybe it was just the trendy topic of the time. All the same, I teared up a little at the end, tales of loneliness always do that to me.