Dear Sara, I will write about my favourite character of an Auster novel.
It's very hard to choose one, but the first who came to my mind is Kitty
Woo, so I'll write about her.
She's beautiful, she's slim and clean, brave and strong, right and
righteous, calm and hot, fresh and young and balmy.
She's a dancer and she's an angel. She's a savior. She came from
heaven to save a freak, a freak like me.
She's everything I miss.
She's a queen, a mother, a mystical child, a best friend, a lover, a wife
for all time (this was stolen from a song, sorry).


You can finish here, but I can't stand it, I just have to write more.
Moon Palace is not my very favourite from Auster, but I have read it a
few times in Hungarian, then a few more times in English.
About half a year ago my ex-girlfriend asked me to lend her a book she
would like, and I chose Moon Palace. (Some words about our
relationship, sound sentimental, but true: it was a single drop of
happiness and a vast ocean of suffrage. Still, it was worth it.)

I sat on a train, thinking about her as always, still hoping that one day
she would make up her mind.
I brought out my book, and went through my favourite parts. This was
the fifth or sixth time I read it, but it hit me harder than ever. I was
even crying a little. This is a beautiful novel.

Then I gave her the book, and got it back in a few weeks, the next time
we met. She didn't have the mood to read it, or was just too lazy to do
it in English. I expected something like this, but still, it made me sad. I
was sad anyway, as I saw that we were irrevocably getting apart.

I was on a train again, opposite direction this time. A girl sat next to
me reading a book, so I also took mine, but after a few pages I put it
down knowing that it's over. I wouldn't read this book anymore. And
it's over: I wouldn't be loved by my girl anymore.

100 kilometers to the west, and my fellow traveller was packing her
bags, she was about to leave at the next stop. I looked at her, when
suddenly a thought came. I wanted to give her the book. She would 
love it as much as I. I was just sure that it would mean her the same
as to me. I was getting excited as she stood up, took her bag, said
hello and stepped out of the coupe. But I just couldn't address her. The
bloody reserved bastard I am! I was swearing aloud, hating myself for
not doing the thing I 'd like again. Yet, somehow I did it his time. I ran
after her, and gave her the book. She was shocked. Why???
I had no time to explain. In fact, there was nothing to explain. She took
the book, said thank you, and got off. And smiled.

I started to fantasize. Maybe I should have written down my email
address. Maybe she would like to see me. Maybe I would like to see
her. Maybe she could be my Kitty Woo.
And a different thought. She will like the book. She will give it to a
stranger on a train. That person will give it to someone else. And so on
and so on, until finally Moon Palace will find it's way back to me.
Jesus Christ, that would be a  miracle. A miracle which could happen in
any Auster book, and a miracle that should happen to an Auster book,
especially to this one. Maybe I could say: "that would make the whole
fucking world sing again"(at least my world. and this is from my
favourite Auster novel)

If we meet again on a train or anywhere, I can say that it was meant
to be. If not, then I can say it too. That it was fate. But I don't think it's
true. I could have asked her if she would see me, and I could have
done nothing at all. Though, this time at least I DID something. And this
made me feel better, I felt like it was the first step out of my misery.
I still think I will never get over my ex girl. I will suffer to the last
breath.
However, I'm alive.
Yesterday more than 6 billion people decided to go on. They want to
live.

There is doubt as always. Was it me who wanted to come to this
world? Nobody knows.
I believe there is fate, there is chance, and I like to think that we can
choose.
Timsel...


Sorry for my poor English.
And sorry again, I couldn't choose one single topic.
Thanks for the opportunity

Just one more thing. I'm sure that many of the readers feel the same. I
have found myself in these novels so many times! I have felt that he
had written about me so many times! My favourite Auster character
may not be Kitty Woo.
Maybe it's just myself.


Best regards
Csaba Csiszár