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Revision as of 09:03, 13 July 2014

Name
Auster, Paul Gender: M
born on 3 February 1947 at 00:20 (= 12:20 AM )
Place Newark, New Jersey, 40n44, 74w10
Timezone EST h5w (is standard time)
Data source
Bio/autobiography
Rodden Rating B
Collector: Lepoivre
Astrology data s_su.18.gif s_aqucol.18.gif 13°33' s_mo.18.gif s_cancol.18.gif 09°41 Asc.s_scocol.18.gif 08°09'



Paul Auster
photo: David Shankbone, license cc-by-3.0

Biography

American author and director whose writing blends absurdism, existentialism, crime fiction, and the search for identity and personal meaning in works such as The New York Trilogy (1987), Moon Palace (1989), The Music of Chance (1990), The Book of Illusions (2002), and The Brooklyn Follies (2005).


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Source Notes

Starkman quotes Lepoivre quoting his memoirs book "Winter Journal",2012. "Your birthday has come and gone. Sixty-four years old now, inching ever closer to senior citizenship, to the days of Medicare and Social Security benefits, to a time when more and more of your friends will have left you. So many of them are gone already—but just wait for the deluge that is coming. Much to your relief, the event passed without incident or commotion, you calmly took it in your stride, a small dinner with friends in Brooklyn, and the impossible age you have now reached seldom entered your thoughts. February third, just one day after your mother’s birthday, who went into labor with you on the morning she turned twenty-two, nineteen days before it was supposed to happen, and when the doctor pulled you out of her drugged body with a pair of forceps, it was twenty minutes past midnight, less than half an hour after her birthday had ended. You therefore always celebrated your birthdays together, and even now, almost nine years after her death, you inevitably think about her whenever the clock turns from the second of February to the third. What an unlikely present you must have been that night sixty-four years ago: a baby boy for her birthday, a birth to celebrate her birth."


Categories

  • Vocation : Entertain/Business : Director
  • Vocation : Writers : Fiction

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