Who ordered the truffle fries?

Being a boy, a white boy at that, and having been in Brooklyn to witness the installation of various organic cleaners and gourmet delis on certain corners of certain blocks, having quite possibly been the inspiration for those new furnishings, I’ve always felt a kinship to Jonathan Lethem. Richard Greenwald has a piece over at the Rumpus on Lethem’s three Brooklyn novels, gentrification, and the underlying question of white urban authenticity.

Advertisements

Leave a comment

Filed under (Don't Worry) If There's a Hell Below We're All Going to Go, books, essays, Fiction, new york stuff, Reviews, The Internet

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s