Kind of a waste of my lunch break time tbh, it gave nothing (apart from a heavy dose of “I’m not like other writers, I don’t do Christmas stories, I’m above them”).
From this brief Christmas tale, the brilliant film Smoke derives, and if you have not seen that beautiful masterpiece of drama and comedy, I beg you to seek it out as soon as possible. Auster somehow started his sort of dip into the cinematic form with what I believe to be one of the greatest movies ever made, so check that one out! This story is told at the end of the film by the character Auggie Wren, played wonderfully by Harvey Keitel, and is a nearly word by word clone of that which was originally written down. Without the presence of these wonderful performances, there is a certain emptiness here that is completely filled up in the film, which sounds like it would be more fitting than it is. However, this story is still something of a must read, particularly for big fans of Auster's work as well as those who just want to read an excellent shory story that is unsentimental but still heartfelt like nothing else you have ever before.