We think it’s a tad weird how the Brattle keeps hosting these author nights for Harvard Book Store, even though it’s, well, a theater and all. Then again, writer Paul Auster— of The Invention of Solitude and the New York Trilogy of existentialist detective stories—is handy when it comes to imparting the full absurdity and emotional weight of life, like he does in his latest, The Invention of Solitude. What we’re talking about here is empathy. Also: lysergic acid. Wait, the book’s about his mother’s death? Oh, crap.
Buckle up, this is gonna be one bad trip.
[Mon 9.17.12. 40 Brattle St., Harvard Sq., Cambridge. 6pm/all ages/$5. @HarvardBooks. brattlefilm.org]