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  • These type of posts should have an automatic link to http://www.diehipster.com for a reality check.

  • Sounds like his last novel. Not a best effort…

  • Leave Jonathan alone. Poor guy probably rues the day he ever wrote about Brooklyn.

    • He’s totally the one to blame! Through his books, he cultivated and fetisized the real Brooklyn. Anyone can read Fortress of Solitude and feel like they have genuine street cred even Scardale’s transplants. Heck, I know a book club from long island that did a walking tour of Boerum Hill a la Fortress – the graffiti at PS 38 and the newsstand at Atlantic/Flatbush. Don’t sh-t where you live, Lethem. Franzen and Egan were smart enough not to write about BK.

    • He’s totally the one to blame! Through his books, he cultivated and fetisized the real Brooklyn. Anyone can read Fortress of Solitude and feel like they have genuine street cred even Scardale’s transplants. Heck, I know a book club from long island that did a walking tour of Boerum Hill a la Fortress – the graffiti at PS 38 and the newsstand at Atlantic/Flatbush. Don’t sh-t where you live, Lethem. Franzen and Egan were smart enough not to write about BK.

  • Leave Jonathan alone. Poor guy probably rues the day he ever wrote about Brooklyn.

  • The entire country is blander. I blame aging baby boomers and their materialistic, naïve, self centered Millennial children…

  • He is right that it is now a bland neighbourhood. There are maybe five businesses on Smith that are more than twenty years old (I won’t name them) Every other restaurant is Thai or a ‘French Bistro’ theme that would not be out of place in Epcot. Can you have too many restaurants? Back in the day there was one funky spaghetti place on Atlantic, Juniors, Montague Street and Huberts that was not for the natives. Choice is good and the prices very reasonable so that’s good?
    The guys playing dominos on milk crates outside corner bodegas where is the sidewalks were embedded with Micheloeb caps, where have they gone?
    On the other hand if I was caught on Smith Street at night I walked down the center of the street. There was very little traffic but there were a lot of social clubs and the patrons gave you the evil eye. The West Indian record shops selling drugs have gone. The prostitutes on Nevins have gone. The curbside mechanics gone. The gang fights don’t get them too much hese days.
    It is definitely blander but also less Taxi Driver. Even that movie doesn’t capture the grittiness of south Brooklyn in the seventies, when the director chased away the scary real prositutes to bring in the extras playing hookers.
    You can no go home again Jonathan.