As a last treat before you start your weekend, you gotta read this brilliant piece by Colson Whitehead about being a writer in Brooklyn. He lives here (in Fort Greene), he loves it, but he hilariously pierces the hype about "Brooklyn writers."
Sometimes it's a relief to admit it's just the same here as everywhere else.
And Whitehead ends with an extended metaphor from The Warriors. What could be better?
Enjoy, you kooky literati borough-dwellers. And happy reading.
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