my monkeywork has reached the stage where i press a button and wait for 20 minutes while the computer goes off to do an inverse matrix calculation, so i got to reread city of glass for the first time in a while. i have decided that the new york trilogy is probably the only series of paul auster books that has some merit, and because i like city of glass so much now, i'm very afraid that one day i'll pick it up and realise that it's just highfalutin trash. like john irving. i think there was a period in my life where you could get me to swear on my ancestors' graves that john irving was chaucer reborn.