Wes Anderson-esque quirkfest about a family of performance artists. Mom and Dad are more focused on their art than their writer son and actress daughter. It's pretty amusing until you realize -- oh wait! I'm supposed to care about these people -- then it collapses under the weight of all the tics and quirky cuteness.
Really engrossing story of a disappeared silent film star and the depressed college professor who spends the years after the death of his wife and daughter researching and writing about him. Auster writes so cleanly and crisply about this world and its film legacy that it's easy to forget that the whole thing is made up.
DeLillo's take on the espionage thriller...sorta. He's still more focused on the inner lives of the shooters than the shooting itself, and his dialogue is all kinds of absurd. I kind of love this guy's 70s work, and while this book is pretty slight, it's a lot of fun.
Somehow I've gotten this far in life without reading any Kafka. And shame on me! The Metamorphosis is pretty much perfect, taking an absurd premise (guy turns into a bug overnight) and milking it for more humor, emotion, and philosophy than I would have ever thought possible.