Not sure if this qualifies as fiction. It's a short book that recalls anectdotes of a coincidential nature that happened to the author over the course of his life. In some respects Borgesian in nature--these stories have a more true to life flavor to them. They are interesting though--and at times funny--and when not usually intriguing anyway. Auster does tell them well but then again that's not a surprise. Very good tone. A book easily readable in a couple of hours. ( )