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Invisible is one of those rare books that invite endless discussion. In the end, it left me
with questions I thought only Auster could answer. With that in mind – as well as a
desire to take a slightly different approach to writing this review – I wrote the review as a
letter to Auster. At first, I had no intention of sending it; I just thought that a review
written as a letter would be more interesting. However, after I finished it (or nearly
finishing it), I thought, why not send it? So I did. It wasn't hard to find Auster's address
online. I already knew he had two apartments in Brooklyn; one for writing and the other
where he and his wife live. But I couldn't bring myself to send it without a lot of self-
conscious editing – it's amazing how writing to an accomplished author heightens one's
anxiety. In the end, I realized I could never match Auster's fluid style without ending up
with a stilted imitation of his prose. So, into the envelope and off it went!
That's how this review came about. If I get a reply from Paul Auster, I'll revise this
posting and let you know what he said.
RE: Invisible
Dear Paul,
I like to dissect the books I read, if for no other reason than that I’m more likely to
remember them. My wife, on the other hand, plows through four times as many books as
I do (she acts as my filter), but she usually doesn’t remember details weeks later. This
extra scrutiny is not a compulsive habit, in fact it hasn’t been a habit at all; it’s a skill I’m
trying to cultivate. I’m almost 65 and retired. Perhaps I have too much time on my
hands; but I like to think that, finally, I have enough time to indulge my curiosity; to get
below the surface of things. A consequence of our educational system is to suppress
curiosity – don’t embarrass your teacher by asking question he/she can’t answer – learn
this to get a good grade, forget that. But my spotty education is a story for another day.
It often happens that I’m not sure how I feel about a book until I’ve studied it for a while.
The best example is Edward P. Jones book, The Known World. I didn’t appreciate The
Known World until I began discussing it with friends. The more I talked, the more I
realized what a brilliant work it is. It was a revelation. In the course of an hour, I came
to respect Jones for his ability to inhabit each of his characters so convincingly; even
cruel, brutal characters that one might assume, as a black writer, he would have found
impossible to represent sympathetically. Ever since, this book remains a symbol of the
rewards that justify just digging.
There are many other books and films that have had a similar effect on me. Louis De
Bernieres’ Correlli’s Mandolin is one of my favorites. As a fusion of history and richly
drawn characters, it explores a panoply of emotions – love, fear, humor, valor, vanity,
war, and so on – brilliantly. There’s one magic moment about 100 pages in – it’s been
years since I read it and I was just trying to locate the passage and failed, but if you’ve
read it, you’ll remember the scene – Captain Correlli is leading his troop of musician-
soldiers up the beach and, just as they draw even with Pelagria, a young woman in
particular interest to Correlli, the troupe spontaneously transforms itself into a hilarious
assortment of clowns. In this one scene, De Bernieres performs a fascinating kind of
magic. In that one instance, it captured my life-long admiration. Truthfully, I’ve given
away dozen’s of copies in the past 15 years!
And not only are books worth extra effort. How did the movie Nobody’s Fool – in some
ways, better than Russo’s book – come to be my all-time favorite? Not Titanic, not
Jurassic Park, certainly not It’s a Wonderful Life. I’ve replayed scenes and dialogue
from Nobody’s Fool for years. It speaks to my heart in so many ways. Like Jessica
Tandy’s poignant comment to Sully (Paul Newman), as she looks out her back window at
a broken tree, expressing the conviction that, for her, like that tree, this will probably be
her last winter (It was). Paul Newman’s portrayal of the emotional stunted, scarred,
hapless, but not hopeless, Sully was, in my opinion, Newman’s best performance. My
familiarity with the depressed Hudson River cities of Beacon and Newburgh, where the
movie was filmed, might have been a factor, but it goes well beyond that. Each of the
Nine or ten years ago, I remember listening to your voice on the radio, when you
managed NPR’s National Story Project. You calm, perfectly modulated voice conveyed
a keen appreciation for each of the stories submitted. When I read your books, I hear the
same voice.
OK, now, help me make “Invisible” indelible. Here’s my frustrated effort to describe
your book to a friend.
The story is constructed as a short memoir, a work in progress, entitled “1967”, written in
three parts by the protagonist Adam Walker, a man now in his late 50s living in
California and dying of leukemia. In chapter 1, Spring, Adam is a somewhat diffident,
shy but exceptionally well-read English student at Columbia. At a party, Rudolf Born,
36, and his French girlfriend, Margo, 29 or 30, approach Adam. Adam asks if Born is a
descendant of a 13th Century French soldier-poet, Bertran de Born, who is represented in
Dante’s Inferno, carrying a “severed head like a lantern.” Eric Born claims no relation,
but is amused and impressed with Adams erudition, or pretends to be. A few days later,
Born seeks Adam out again and makes an extraordinary offer to fund a literary magazine
of which Adam is to be editor and chief. Born invites Adam to have dinner with him and
Margo at their apartment to discuss a business arrangement. That evening at dinner,
Born’s volatile, abusive behavior might have discouraged a more mature, confident man,
but Adam was seduced – subtly corrupted – by the prospects of editing a magazine and,
not so subtly seduced by the prospect of seeing Margo again. That evening, Born is
called away to France to take care of some “family” business. During his absence, Adam
has a short but intense 5-day affair with Margo. When Born returns, Margo immediately
returns to Paris. When Adam meets him again, Born confronts Adam about the affair (an
affair he seems to have encouraged at their dinner before his departure); but puts that
aside and suggests a walk down Riverside Drive to find a restaurant to have dinner and
discuss plans for the magazine. On the way, on a poorly lit section of street adjacent
Riverside Park, a young, nervous black man holding a gun tries to stick them up. Born
pulls out a switchblade and stabs him. Born tells Adam to do nothing, just walk away.
Instead, Walker runs for help. Meanwhile, Born drags his victim into the park, stabs him
several more times, and then disappears. The body is found and reported in the news the
next day. In a note, Born threatens Adam, telling him not to report what has transpired to
the police. Walker agonizes about going to the police and by the time he does, days later,
Born had escaped to Paris, beyond the reach of the law.
This act of violence is the central crime of the book, but this is not a crime story.
The second Chapter, Summer, focuses instead on Adam Walker’s relationship with his
sister, Gwyn.
Adam, unusually close to his sister who is just a year or two older than he is, tells her the
entire story. She has just graduated from college and takes a job in NY. That summer,
In this chapter, Adam describes his incestuous relationship with Gwyn that occurred four
years earlier while they were in high school and their parents were away – an event they
mutually agreed would be a once-only experiment. But after Gwyn moved in with Adam
that summer, once again, they became incestuous lovers, until Adam departs for Paris for
his junior year abroad. I’m leaving out the effect that the death of their younger brother
years earlier, and the subsequent debilitating mental state of their mother, and to a lesser
extent, their father, had on Adam and Gwyn; and other factors that might rationalize their
relationship, but I have to leave out something!
Rather than write him and respond to this new chapter, Jim decides to wait since he will
be seeing Adam in just a few weeks. But Adam dies just days before Jim arrives at his
California home. His stepdaughter, having consulted Adam’s appointment calendar,
meets Jim there and hands him a sealed envelope containing a cryptic version of the third
Chapter. Adam lacked the energy to complete it. He left instructions for his
stepdaughter to erase the manuscript from his computer, which she does. (Echoes of
Book of Illusions?) Jim has the only copies of Adam’s memoir.
Chapter three, Fall, Adam’s final chapter recounting the events of 1967, describes the
weeks he spent in Paris. He searches out and resumes an affair with Margot and, shortly
afterwards, Born happens upon Adam at a café and invites him to dinner with his
finance’, Helene, and her 18-year old daughter, Cecile. … [Enough regurgitation!]
How to peal away the narrative to expose the characters? How do I de-contextualize this
story to get at its essence? What is that essential truth you, Paul, set out to teach us (or
discover yourself) about these disparate lives? Contrasting guilt born by a man of
conscience vs. true evil, void of conscience?
It’s impossible for me to peel away anything without introducing distortions. Your prose
is compressed full of essential detail and, if I strip any of it away in its retelling, I know
I’m leaving out important details. I could just say, Hey, great book, read it. But, I want
to discover (or know) as much as you did about your characters, by the time you finished
your story.
So, I’ll just focus on a few things. On the one hand, Adam faults himself for not quickly
notifying the police about Born’s murder of the would-be mugger. By the time he does,
The crime and subsequent events of 1967 had a profound affect on Adam. And part of
that experience was his incestuous relationship with Gwyn. At the time neither felt
remorse or guilt – there was no victim; their behavior harmed nobody – but, facing death
himself, these memories – murder and incest – plagued him enough to become the only
events of his entire life he felt compelled to write about. The taboo against incest,
perhaps the most forbidden victimless crime, was such that while Adam and Gwyn
professed innocence at the time, 40 years later, as he approached his own death, it
demanded that it be confessed, even if only to a former classmate; now a well-known
author who might be sympathetic and know what to make of it all. The underlying irony
of this story is that, on the one hand, as a silent witness to a violent act, and for breaking a
social taboo against incest, Adam suffered lifelong remorse, while another man who has
led a complicitous, manipulative existence and could be branded truly evil – a man who
had murdered more than once – is completely void of remorse. The story boarders on the
allegorical, if we consider the ways in which nation states behave today. But that may be
a bit of a stretch.
Adam had no intention of meeting Born in Paris, but Born sought Adam out and
approached him at a café. After excoriating Adam about going to the police,
nevertheless, inexplicably invites him to dinner with his fiancé, Helene, and her young
daughter, Cecile. To what end? What manipulative scheme is Born hatching? Certainly,
he has no intention of resurrecting their publishing deal. That was out of the question. Is
he somehow attracted to Adam? Does he see Adam as a potential protégé to be lured into
a darker existence? At first Adam declines, but then he hatches a plan of his own to
expose Born to his fiancé, so Adam accepts Born’s dinner invitation to get close to
Helene and Cecile. Eventually, he carries out his plan, telling Helene of Born’s violent
crime and, even though her eyes tell Adam she believes him, Helene becomes infuriated
and throws him out. (Did another devastating truth of which Adam was unaware reveal
itself to Helene?) This was followed the next day by an angry snub by Cecile, with
whom Adam had started to have a plutonic (his view) love affair (her’s). She spits in his
face.
Young Adam is no match for Born. Behind his cover as a professor, Born is really a
government agent, spy, torturer and well-connected political operative who quickly
arranges for Adam’s mock-arrest and expulsion from France.
Help me understand this detail. What did you intend for me to infer? I was going to
begin this letter with that question – maybe I should have – but thought that if I worked
through the story on my own, it would come to me. I understand the illusion to the
Provencal poet, Bertran de Born and how it presaged Rudolf Born’s nefarious character.
I think I understand the title, Invisible. If we accept that all of the names and places have
been changed (if they had been real) at Gwyn’s request “to protect the innocent”; and,
further, accept the possibility that Jim is Paul Auster, and that a college friend really did
send him this manuscript (or might have); and that the events described might have really
happened ... Then, ironically, the characters are rendered “invisible” as their identities
have been made opaque. This is another book of illusions. And let’s not forget Margo; is
she duplicitous? Does she remain with Born after they’ve returned to Paris? Does Born
learn that Adam is in Paris from her? When Born leaves for London, is it to be with
Margo? Is Margo sleeping with Adam motivated by affection or self-loathing, or
something else?
Returning to the possibility that this is in some way allegorical, then are the invisible
beings the dead mugger, Williams, and all those black men and woman hammering on
rocks, “…making money”? Does Born’s unremorseful indifference and Cecile’s descent
of the mountain portend an uprising of an invisible class? Are these stand-ins for the
masses ignored by the forces represented by Adam and Born? And, if this is allegorical,
who or what do Adam and Born represent? And who or what are Margo or Gwyn? In
this respect, did the scope of the novel change as you wrote it?
There you have it: Born, clever, truly evil, spiritually void, occupying an airy mountain
top rather than the hell of Dante’s Inferno; the world turned on its head, the meek, biding
Hmm … I think I’m reading too much into this. Maybe the answers will come to me in
my sleep. One last thought: by introducing the possibility that the events really did
happen, that there really was an Adam Walker and Rudolf Born and so on, does the story
becomes more credible and real, and thus more compelling?
I’m amazed that you were able accomplish so much here. Each detail, each sentence is
essential, as if spoken in perfect pitch. Indelible. Thanks.
Yours truly,
Paul Schlieben