See Right Through the Glass

Well, we finally finished Paul Auster's City of Glass in class. Although I have complained about the book in the past, I can honestly say that I did not hate it. It was an interesting story, but I feel that it was only interesting because I kept expecting something meaningful to happen. I thought that as the story went on, it would all come together and make perfect sense. It was exactly the opposite. The more I read, the less the story made sense. Does that mean that the more we think about life , the less it makes sense to us? I think that Paul Auster would say yes. He would say that there is no level of sense in our lives, and that there is no sense in trying to find it. Maybe that's just what he wants us to think. I am really confused as to what the point is to writing a story that has no point though. Anyway, that is just my observation and I must remind you that it is based off of only one of his works.