Sunset Park's sole flaw is that Auster is now a little too well-off to realistically characterize working class lives, -- specifically, Auster imagines-- "Hey, I bet those companies that professionally shut down foreclosed houses can raid all the left behind junk." uhhh yeah!!! that's priced into the contract, and typically, the company itself deliberately salvages anything worth salvaging-- it isn't left behind for the worker! but aside from this one flaw, this master of prose and plot deserves a solid 4****'s for a work that although not stunning scope nor life-changing, accomplishes a craftsman's output in literary fiction. enters the pantheon of 'new york lit'