“Mr. Vertigo”, de Paul Auster, foi o meu último livro de 2015. Peguei emprestado do Alex, comecei a folhear em Israel e trouxe comigo para o Brasil. Não conhecia o título e acabou sendo uma ótima surpresa: é uma das melhores coisas – se não a melhor – que li neste ano.
Duas passagens para o meu caderno de quotes de livros:
“The driver was a round, chunky figure in a wide-brimmed hat whose body was wrapped in blankets, and at first I couldn’t tell if it was a man, a woman, or a bear.” (p. 12)
“We lived in a different world back then, and the things the master and I did together wouldn’t be possible today. People wouldn’t stand for it. They’d call the cops, they’d write their congressman, they’d consult their family physician. We’re not as tough as we used to be, and maybe the world’s a better place because of it, I don’t know. But I do know that you can’t get something for nothing, and the bigger the thing you want, the more you’re going to have to pay for it.” (p. 292)