Yesterday, The Economist writes of Martin Amis’s move to Cobble Hill:
If a writer of Mr Amis’s calibre—and a Brit at that—had bypassed Manhattan for Brooklyn, then the borough’s literary scene, long in the shadow of the publishing mecca across the East River, must have finally arrived.
Brooklyn’s former manufacturing districts offer cheap, spacious offices for small literary outfits breaking off from the publishing behemoths in Manhattan. This has created a kind of vertically integrated factory for literature, where would-be poets or novelists can find not only throngs of other would-be writers at their local coffee hang, but also a locally run writing programme, excellent bookshops and readings series, and a cottage industry of literary magazines and small presses.
A vertically integrated factory: does that make us the American Apparel of literature?