It was a wrong number that started it, the telephone ringing three times in the dead of night, and the voice on the other end asking for someone he was not...In three brilliant variations on the classic detective story, Paul Auster makes the well-traversed terrain of New York City his own, as it became a strange, compelling landscape in which identities merge or fade and questions serve onlyá to further obscure the truth.What emergesá is an investigation into the art of storytelling, notions of identity and the very essence of language.