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Title:Here and Now: Letters (2008-2011)
Author:Paul Auster
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Book Edition:First Edition
Pages:Pages: 256 pages
Published:July 3rd 2013 by Penguin Audio (first published 2012)
Categories:Nonfiction. Biography. Writing. Essays. Autobiography. Memoir. Language

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There was always the chance that the letters between two literary friends wouldn’t be as interesting as their novels. That hasn’t happened, at least to me. On the contrary, I find their thoughts on the current state of Israel, the work of Philip Roth and Franz Kafka, and their own method of imagining fiction completely absorbing. Thoughtful men on subjects about which we may disagree…

Their letters reflect their novels; that is, Auster is so concrete, sports-minded, explicitly organizing the rooms (cities, countries) in which his characters move, sending articles, being an instigator...while Coetzee—sometimes we have difficulty figuring out which place on earth he is speaking of. And yet, his ideas are bigger, deeper, more honed. He appears to be at home on every continent, except perhaps Asia. But as he says, he sleeps better in Europe, in the time zone of his natal South Africa.

The two men are not equally intelligent, nor equal writers, but how would that work, to speak of it among friends? The joy I get at reading what Coetzee is thinking is entirely what this collection of letters is about. Though these ideas and scraps of writing are not curated, his succinctness allows me to see the care with which he marshals his thoughts, and what he worries about as he ages.

There is too much here, in this short book, to point to all that moved me, but within a page, in his first letter addressing the subject of male friendship, Coetzee has reminded us
"...of a remark by the character Christopher Tietjens in Ford Madox Ford’s Parade’s End: that one goes to bed with a woman in order to be able to talk to her. Implication: that turning a women into a mistress is only a first step; the second step, turning her into a friend, is the one that matters, but being friends with a woman you haven’t slept with is in practice impossible because there is too much unspoken in the air."
In a letter about male friendship, this tiny mention addresses a question I have pondered forever, it seems. Coetzee says further than unlike “love or politics, which are never what they seem to be, friendship is what it seems to be. Friendship is transparent.” Yes, this clarifying definition places this relationship where it belongs: in the light, unashamed, unembarrassed, unrehearsed. Further,
"...the most interesting reflections on friendship come from the ancient world…because in ancient times people did not regard the philosophical stance as an inherently skeptical one, therefore did not take it as given that friendship must be other than it seems to be, or conversely concluded that if friendship is what it seems to be, then it cannot be a fit subject for philosophy."
On this subject and in his first letter, Auster doesn’t mesh well with Coetzee’s lead. He writes at much greater length but says less—that men and women can be friends so long as no physical attraction enters the equation. His mind turned instead to “friendship is a component of marriage” and “marriage is above all a conversation, and if husband and wife do not figure out a way to become friends, the marriage has little chance of surviving.” All true, but perhaps not the direction indicated. He does accurately, I think, point out that “the best and most lasting friendships are based on admiration.”

Anyway, Auster proposes a topic—sport—which shows up in a lackadaisical way throughout the series of letters. One gets the sense that it is Coetzee now that will engage but has little real interest in the topic. We learn that Coetzee is an avid bicyclist who travels pretty frequently in Europe by this method, but he worries that he rarely has much to say about his trips afterward, that he is the worst travel writer and reporter ever. Auster points out that Coetzee is not a reporter, after all, but something far more creative.

But I think I understand that worry of Coetzee’s. It is endearing, that he worries. It is why we like him. Towards the end of this book of letters, nearly four years into the experiment of letter-writing, Coetzee came back from his first trip to India with two observations, nothing about color, heat, food, or filth. First, that animals in India, the ones he saw, like pigs, cows, dogs, monkeys, were not treated cruelly but were accepted and tolerated for their habits and characteristics, even for behaviors that intrude upon the sphere of men. He contrasted that to Africa, where animals are treated with contempt and an unthinking cruelty as for a lower form of life.

The second observation he came back with was that some people in India are perilously poor, very close to subsistence living, and yet the reservoir of practical skills, sheer industriousness, and the “intelligent hands” that in any other culture would make them respected artisans, demonstrate the vast potential of only very partially tapped human resources. He says no more about it, but one does get a sense of…is it hope? I may be making his thoughts sound banal, but in their context they are anything but and are more like opening a window to a scene you never expected to see.

Coetzee is older than Auster by seven years, and both men are happily married to long-time spouses. The four seem to get along with one another and every year they would run into one another at a conference or plan to meet up when in the same country. This correspondence covers things they think about while apart.

One final remark of Coetzee’s about the writing of Philip Roth which so closely parallels something I have written about Updike and Irving that I laugh to include it here:
"I don’t find Exit Ghost a particularly notable addition to the Roth canon. I know that Roth relishes the challenge of wringing something fresh out of stock situations, but there is only so much mileage one can get out of the aging male struggle against decay to prove his virility one last time."


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an epistolary exchange of two literary luminaries, here and now collects three years of written correspondence between novelists j.m. coetzee and paul auster. through a series of mostly brief, yet engaging letters (often faxed!), the two authors offer, share, and challenge each other's thoughts, feelings, opinions, and insights on a range of subjects, including friendship, sports, politics, language, the banking crisis, names, books and reviews, film, travel, aging, morality, and the

Some ask why? Why do we care what paul auster and j m Coetzee corresponded over from 2008-2011? And granted, this is no classic epistles like the wonderful Durrell miller letters http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/74... , much here is pretty tame stuff, about sports, family, taboos, and lots of times one or the other starts a thread but it gets left in the dust and on to something else. That;s kind of a shame. But also, a reader can find some really interesting tidbits in these letters, like

(2015) Interestingly I'm much more sympathetic to this project this time around. Perhaps because I've been re-reading Coetzee and it's much more fascinating to hear of his insecurities and his thoughts on certain subjects. Auster is too easily swayed; Coetzee per usual is more considered and cooler in his writing. I don't know if sparks fly, but their occasions sometimes exhibit such possibilities.===(Feb 2013) My gut reaction is, why would anyone want to publish letters when he or she is alive?

I love reading correspondence letters, and this collection - recommended to me by a dear friend - was no exception. While I felt pretty indifferent towards their views on sports (and theres a lot of it here), I loved reading their ruminations on being an author, about writing, politics and society, and the wonder of human connections - of which this collection is a prime example.

Interesting to see the thoughts of two writers I deeply respect, especially Coetzee. A lot of thoughts about sports and sex, and not enough (for my appetite) about writing, but still enjoyable.

4,5 stars :-)

As I opened the covers the two men appeared. It is not that I listened or overheard. It is more mystical. I sat within their conversation, remaining still and quiet.Both writers were bound by their affection for one another, the casual openness and acceptance after exchanging these letters over a span of three years, their common path of living an inner life-a path which chose them- the vast number of topics they thought deeply on, their erudition, their mutual respect.These aspects, I