A Life’s Work: Paul Auster’s 4 3 2 1

Paul Auster shows me a picture of his grandmother. It hangs in the front floor hallway, opposite the stairs of the Park Slope home he shares with novelist Siri Hustvedt, his wife. His grandmother, Anna Auster, sits in black and white, a severe, striking woman. She’s the one, he explains, who murdered his grandfather. Later I find a write up in a January 1919 issue of the Chicago Tribune. “KENOSHA WOMAN CONFESSES SHE KILLED HUSBAND.”
Auster writes about this in “Portrait o