Just finished Paul Auster's City of Glass. I have to say this is a book that has rearranged my brain and made me rethink fiction. It's story, but it's more than story - boundaries of author and character have blurred, narrative is not necessarily concerned with verisimilitude. It's the sort of book that enters your head, your dreams, but not pleasantly, like a Disney "triumph of the innocent human spirit" movie. So different is the way of looking at the world and representing it that the way I think becomes jarred open, my habits of thoughts and the way I see the world has been disturbed. He has dared to disturbed the universe, and given me new hope in the power of writing to create and change a world.