Erika Dreifus

The Brooklyn neighborhood where I spent a chunk of my childhood (and where my dad’s parents lived for more than 40 years) makes absolutely no appearance among “The Brooklyn Literary 100.” It was a decidedly un-“hot” area back then, and for some reason I have to admit that I’m not displeased to see it remain so.
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Chalk it up to human complexity: Despite the foregoing, I’m happy to identify with several of the locations cited in this article on the “literary hot spots” in another place I’ve called home.
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Finally, any of you familiar with some of the “obsessions” that have permeated much of my own writing won’t be surprised to learn that Rachel Shukert’s essay on Nextbook resonates for me. (I’ve now ordered Shukert’s new book, too.)