Welcome to Borough Hall, Brooklyn, site of the Brooklyn Book Festival. I was hoping to walk out of here with a few new titles, but nothing caught my pocketbook. Not for lack of trying. A bunch of vendors peddling their angles and their politics. The quarterlies uniformly opaque to the outside observer without some deep involvement with the bound texts, and the publishing houses preaching to their niches. A few independent authors were on hand, also, pushing their get-rich-quick scheme tomes or their identities in prole-lit form.
Still, it was good to get out and see a new part of the city and crackle in the energy which was abundantly present and pleasant on this suddenly cool early autumn day.