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logo.jpgYesterday seemed to be the first day of fall. Although still sunny, there was a cooler breeze running through the air that forced myself and many other Brooklynites to put on jackets before enjoying a nice Sunday outside. It felt nice. Recklesley and I decided to get some brunch at Perch before walking over to the Brooklyn Book Festival, an event which we unfortunately missed last year.

It should be said that we didn’t arrive until almost one o’clock in the afternoon. The festival was in full swing, and quite crowded. We entered on Borough Hall Plaza where we immediately saw BookCourt‘s tent, as well as the main stage. We had arrived in time for a series of readings called Only The Dead Know Brooklyn. A group of actors from Brave New World Repertory Theatre read passages from authors like Isaac Asimov, Joseph Heller, Betty Smith and Truman Capote. All four actors were very animated, and the crowd was very receptive. I quickly fell in love with one of the actors (Lady in the Blue Dress – call me). The readings ended and it was time to explore.

There were tickets to several indoor events, where more famous New York-y authors like Chuck Klosterman, Dave Eggers, Jonathan Lethem and Jonathan Safran Foer were scheduled to appear. Sadly our late arrival prevented us from getting tickets to these events. While it would have been nice to see some of these authors, I was happy to just walk around and look at the different vendors. One publisher that both Recklesley and I bought a book from was Akashic Books. Several of the authors from the publisher were also present, and signed copies of their books.

Finally, as young writers, we found our way to the Young Writers Pavilion. Comedian and Brooklyn Skeptic fave Michael Ian Black hosted the Brooklyn Underground Lit Match, where a group of ten teen authors were chosen out of thirty five thousand. The ten writers all happened to be female, and had all written essays, poems or stories using the theme “Brooklyn Underground.” The works tended to be a little depressing (homelessness, poverty, sadness, boredom) but most were still well-written and interesting.

By this point the night had grown colder, and we decided to see a movie. This did not add to our New York experience as you can read, but whatever, it’s about Manhattan, not Brooklyn. Our Brooklyn day was still beautifully intact.

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