The New York Trilogy, Paul Auster’s notorious meta-mystery identity crisis series, bends the boundaries of fiction by ripping the sheet off reality. He inserts himself (the author) into conversations with himself (as a character) who is losing his mind while “the author” (a different character entirely) catalogues the whole thing. These three collected novellas, all centered in New York City, transcend cult classic status. The trilogy is passed from person to person like an illicit relic. It’s Auster at his finest, and subversive literature at its most puckish.