From a book review I stumbled across, written by fellow Tumblrer walkwhilereading:

Paul Auster is not for everyone. He’s not flashy, using words you’ve never heard of and tricks you wished stayed in a movie theater. He’s from the same mold as Beckett and writes with a very straight forward prose that pulls you straight into it’s pages. I haven’t read half of his work but will make it my life mission to read all of it. Every book he’s ever written will one day be on my library shelves. I just loved this book, I’m gushing as I write this. I really can’t say enough good things about it so I’m going to stop trying.

I couldn’t agree more. I’ve read most of Auster’s work, and while some books are better than others, they’re all excellent.

I’ve also been looking for something in a similar vein to read, so I’ll have to give Beckett a try.