The New York Trilogy - Paul Auster

No idea what to say about it. Baffling but brilliant. The complexity of both the prose and the stories, the strands of narrative and ideas that grow and branch out in all directions, makes it like a living organism. But "what's going on?" is the main impression I'm left with. Like a David Lynch film, it's as frustrating as it is compelling. Who's the narrator? Is it the same person in all three stories. Seems to be. How much of each story physically happened? Maybe it was all metaphor, maybe it's a book about a man alone in a room and that's all. Will re-read.