It was a flight to Zante that started it...

Thoughts on Paul Auster's The New York Trilogy by Paul Karasik, Lorenzo Mattotti and David Mazzucchelli

My band at the time—inventively called Andy, Glenn and Ritch, featuring Andy, me, and, you guessed it, Ritch—had decided to take a group holiday.

Mother booked it. We were all still inept at the time, and thus we found ourselves in the sleepy resort of Kalamaki on the Greek island of Zakynthos, or Zante.

Highlights as a collective included the lamb chops,…