This is what I would call a duo-memoir in the form of correspondence between my favorite author, Paul Auster, and his friend, a recent favorite of mine, J.M. Coetzee. Both authors maintain their individual writing style infused with a sense of fun not often found in their fiction. I have read nearly everything that Paul Auster has written now and upon reading this, I am eager to read more of J.M. Coetzee's works. Ah, there aren't enough hours in the day!