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Sunday, January 16, 2011

Sunday Morning in Downtown Brooklyn: Free Shuttle Bus MTA Sightseeing Tour for F/G Train Riders from MetroTech to Kensington


Every winter, the MTA offers G train riders free sightseeing tours of Brooklyn and sometimes Queens on weekends. Last year we greatly enjoyed trips from downtown Brooklyn through Fort Greene, Bed-Stuy and Williamsburg, and on another day, a trip from Williamsburg through Greenpoint to Long Island City and the Queensboro (Ed Koch) Bridge. This morning we again went on one of these shuttle bus tours that start outside the Jay Street-MetroTech subway station in downtown Brooklyn.

These G train shuttle bus tours have become so popular that they were expanded this weekend to include riders of the F and R trains, which also were not running normally. With a panoply of various tours offered outside, and with limited time, we opted for the nonstop trip to Kensington's Church Avenue subway station with great views of New York Harbor and the skyline.

The R train shuttle buses were elsewhere (only a month ago did the Lawrence Street R stop join the A/C/F Jay Street-Boro Hall stop to become the Jay Street-MetroTech stop with free transfers), and presumably the F/G shuttle buses making all the stops at subway stations were going down Smith Street, across 9th Street, by Prospect Park Southwest, Fort Hamilton Parkway and McDonald Avenue or something.

We went down Jay Street and turned right on Livingston Street, passing one of the old Board of Ed buildings and other stores

and onto Boerum Place, passing the New York Transit Museum

and then we quickly went across Atlantic Avenue to its end (we get carsick if we try to take pics while moving, at least if we're looking at the phone) by the piers.

The bus wasn't very crowded, and everyone seemed in a good mood despite what must have been an inconvenience for some. We were going to ride on the highway!

Except when we're in Arizona where our 2000 Chevy Cavalier is, we don't get to ride on highways much, so we were glad for the chance to get on Sufjan Stevens' favorite expressway, the BQE.

Lately we've only seen the road from Brooklyn Bridge Park or the Promenade, but we drove this stretch regularly in the 1970s in our '69 Pontiac Custom S and '73 Mercury Comet.

There were no traffic delays at all, so we whizzed by

and before we knew it we were high up on the elevated Gowanus roadway where you have to get over to the left to take the Prospect Expressway or the right to stay on I-278 and go to Staten Island or on the Belt. In the fall of 1979, when we had only about an hour to go from teaching at the fabulous School of Visual Arts (where we have been teaching again since 2006) to a class at the wonderful Kingsborough Community College, we used to hesitate here. Go with the Prospect and Ocean Parkway down to Brighton Beach or take the Belt? The next year, in his Kissinger-hating novel Good as Gold, Joseph Heller examined the same dilemma.

Of course today the bus was taking the Prospect Expressway and turning right on Church Avenue before the road turned into Ocean Parkway proper. But before we did, the tall overpass provided a nice view of the harbor, the Bayonne and Verrazzano Bridges, and the Statue of Liberty. On the other side, was the F/G track over the Gowanus Canal and the poor, high Smith-9th Street station, which won't be fit for humans for a while.

We also sped like wildfire on the short Prospect Expressway, which to us as a kid never seemed to get any respect (faring worse, in our adolescent imagination was only the Interboro -- now the Jackie Robinson -- which was reviled for its twists and turns and blinding spots of sun glare). We were stuck here on this highway in the summer of '77 ("summer of Sam" and the blackout) when the asphalt buckled in 100-degree heat. Today was a lot cooler.

We liked looking out from our dirty right-side window at Bishop Ford H.S. and the houses and stuff.

The bus was making incredible time, but we got slightly backed up at the first light at the end of the highway, at Church Avenue where Ocean Parkway begins. In the fall of '79, we looked at renting an apartment on this street, but eventually we took one in Rockaway.

We made the right turn onto Church Avenue by the landmark giant yeshiva or whatever it is. We were almost at our destination. Ocean Parkway is where East 6th Street should go

and McDonald Avenue is really East 1st Street and here, the end of the East nth Street grid and the start of the grid with numbered streets and avenues in western Brooklyn.

When we rode the B35 bus on Church Avenue three years ago from Brownsville to Sunset Park, we traveled this route in Kensington, and we've done it since. We like it around here.

We stopped just across McDonald, at Kabir's Bakery. It's one of three in Brooklyn, and the veggie samosas are to die for, and the little Bangla pastries are sweet sweet sweet.

Well, we had no business in Kensington, so we crossed Church when the light on McDonald turned red

and got on the express shuttle bus back downtown. We figure the ride here was maybe 17 minutes, not bad in comparison with the subway that would make eight stops.

We again got a seat on the right by the window. It's funny, but we lived in and drove around Brooklyn for years, but only in 2007 did we realize that Church Avenue breaks the grid and starts going diagonally southwest/northeast west of Flatbush Avenue and especially after Ocean Avenue. Here Church Avenue intersects the start of Beverly (or Beverley, take your pick) Road, which runs parallel to Church for several miles in Flatbush and East Flatbush.

We left McDonald and the subway station just at 9 a.m. There was more traffic going east on Church Avenue this time, but not much,

and we made the light for a left at Ocean Parkway to get on the Prospect Expressway again.

The bus driver seemed like he was trying to break his own record, because we just whizzed along until we were again on the high overpass. We exit the Prospect on the right, so it's easy to turn back onto the BQE.

We took some photos without looking at the phone to avoid carsickness on the BQE. We don't know why we have this problem; we are among the few that cannot read on the subway, either, without immediately getting queasy.

It's only one exit to Atlantic Avenue and with no traffic, we were at Long Island College Hospital before we knew it. Sometime in the late 1980s our grandmother spent a week or so in the psych unit here, where they got her started on the Prozac that quelled her depression for the rest of her life.

This time we were able to snap some pics on Atlantic Avenue. We spent tons of time in this neighborhood in the 1970s and in summers for much of the 1980s. Several of our friends lived here, as did one of our shrinks, a social worker we call Mrs. Ehrlich in our diary books, and we had lots of stores that we went to.

This is Hicks Street. Boerum Hill is to the south of Atlantic, Brooklyn Heights to the north. One store remember for some reason now is The Warlock Shop, run by Wiccans, we guess, between Hicks and Henry in the early 70s. We bought sandalwood here once from the warlocks, and when we left the store, our girlfriend said, "They were looking at your crotch the whole time." We guess we would have been flattered had we hadn't assumed she was mistaken or kidding.

We passed the new Barney's Co-op and the bank Trader Joe's and turned left on Boerum Place.

It was a straight ride up to Morton's, where everyone on the sightseeing bus got a free steak lunch, courtesy of the Transit Authority.

No, actually, we all walked in that little alley between Morton's and its building and the Brooklyn Marriott back to Jay Street.

Most people got on the subway to Manhattan or Queens, but we headed for some oatmeal and iced tea at the NYU/Poly Starbucks. The sections of the Sunday Times that came early this morning were with us, still in their blue plastic wrapper. There was plenty of time to waste. In two weeks, when we start teaching on Sunday afternoons and evenings, it won't be like that.

But we're grateful to the MTA and the work on the tracks and stations for our little excursion this morning.

THE FASHIONISTA MERCHANT OF VENICE now available at Amazon Kindle Store from East Flatbush University Press for 99 cents


East Flatbush University Press, a division of Dumbo Books of Brooklyn, is happy to announce that THE FASHIONISTA MERCHANT OF VENICE is now available at the Amazon Kindle Store for 99 cents.

As in the print edition, THE FASHIONISTA MERCHANT OF VENICE is a classroom-friendly (even for yeshivas!) version of William Shakespeare's classic play with every occurrence of the word "Jew" replaced by the word "fashionista." Thanks to editor Richard Grayson, the gripping story of Shylock is now both inoffensive and stylish, as in these excerpts from Launcelot Gobbo's Act II soliloquy in which he weighs leaving his employer, who can be more demanding than even Anna Wintour:
Certainly my conscience will serve me to run from
this fashionista my master. The fiend is at mine elbow and
tempts me saying to me 'Gobbo, Launcelot Gobbo, good
Launcelot,' or 'good Gobbo,' or good Launcelot
Gobbo, use your legs, take the start, run away...'Budge,' says
the fiend. 'Budge not,' says my conscience.
'Conscience,' say I, 'you counsel well;' 'Fiend,'
say I, 'you counsel well:' to be ruled by my
conscience, I should stay with the fashionista my master,
who, God bless the mark, is a kind of devil; and, to
run away from the fashionista, I should be ruled by the
fiend, who, saving your reverence, is the devil
himself. Certainly the fashionista is the very devil
incarnal; and, in my conscience, my conscience is
but a kind of hard conscience, to offer to counsel
me to stay with the fashionista. The fiend gives the more
friendly counsel: I will run, fiend; my heels are
at your command; I will run.

While it is not so easy to run in heels, many educators and their students will doubtless be running to the Amazon Kindle Store to buy copies of THE FASHIONISTA MERCHANT OF VENICE.

Saturday, January 15, 2011

East Flatbush University Press publishes "THE FASHIONISTA MERCHANT OF VENICE" -- with every occurrence of the word "Jew" replaced by "fashionista"


The East Flatbush University Press division of Dumbo Books is proud to announce the book publication of The Fashionista MERCHANT OF VENICE, a new classroom-friendly edition of Shakespeare's classic play with every occurrence of the word "Jew" replaced by the word "fashionista." For example, one revised passage in the play reads:
In the Rialto you have rated me
About my moneys and my usances:
Still have I borne it with a patient shrug,
For sufferance is the badge of all our tribe.
You call me misbeliever, cut-throat dog,
And spit upon my fashionista’s gaberdine,
And all for use of that which is mine own.

Thanks to editor Richard Grayson, a former English teacher at Jess Schwartz Jewish Community High School and Fashion Institute of Technology and an Arts Pants Company manufacturer's rep who is responsible for the popular and innovative HIPSTER HUCKLEBERRY FINN, the story of stylish Shylock is now available in an inoffensive 109-page trade paperback edition, available for $7.99 -- or it can be downloaded for free. With a text made completely kosher for students everywhere, The Fashionista MERCHANT OF VENICE will be embraced by educators with air kisses from Milan to Seventh Avenue!

Sunday, January 9, 2011

B.H. Friedman, RIP


Because of the tragedy in Tucson, it's been a sad weekend, and this morning we were further saddened to learn of the passing of B.H. Friedman, a terrific writer whose nonfiction was justly celebrated but whose fiction -- novels and stories -- deserves wider recognition.

We first learned of B.H. Friedman when his 1974 novel, Museum, was published as part of the opening three books put out by the Fiction Collective; the others were by our Brooklyn College MFA professors, Peter Spielberg and Jonathan Baumbach, the first co-directors of the Collective, where we worked as an editorial assistant.

We read Museum, Friedman's fourth novel, 35 years ago and still recall it as a highly intelligent, spare, well-crafted story that both told us a lot about the art and museum world and delineated a compelling family drama. An excerpt:
Despite its legalistic impersonality, Em knew how difficult this letter must have been to write - or even to have had written. He imagined discussions between lawyer and client about spreading the gift over five years, the lawyer being tactful, Helen being - what? - hopeful? - self - deluding? Despite Alton Riggs's "suggestion," Em had long since decided never to ask her for such a letter, but rather, if necessary, to double his own pledge. Now once again he leaned over and kissed her hollow cheek.

"What about the others, besides Bill?"

"Leslie's the biggest surprise. Though I've often questioned her motives, she did suggest Louis, and she's been absolutely supportive on every design issue that's come up. Maybe she sees the new building as a way to re-establish our side of the family. Whatever it is, she's so excited I'm almost beginning to like her."

"As children you were closer than you think," Helen shut her eyes for a moment, trying to remember. "You teased her and she bossed you and all that, but underneath I'm not sure if you two didn't get along better than most brothers do with older sisters."

Em wasn't sure either. He shrugged, moved on to the remaining member of his committee: Ellis Murdoch.

"He attended this last meeting. He's just back from Europe-"

"I know. He's the only one from the museum, besides you, who's come to see me. The people from other organizations I'm involved with visit, but your family - I wouldn't give a dime to the museum, if it weren't for you-" Her eyes shut again - and her mouth, on an unintelligible phrase, perhaps "and your father."

"Until Ellis returned Byron Lord had been feeding us the information about the museum's operation. D'you know By?"

There was no response. Helen was asleep, breathing deeply. Em tiptoed from the room. All that about Ellis's and By's opposed ideas concerning lighting, hanging, systems of movable partitioning, almost everything - all that could wait until Em's next visit.

In the New York Times, Christopher Lehmann-Haupt called it "the most intellectually stimulating of the three [Fiction Collective's initial] books" and said it "poses interesting questions about the function of museums and offers credible fly-on-the-boardroom-wall views of the way such institutions are run." For us, a kid who knew nothing about the art world, it was an insider's peek and a meditation on the limits of idealism written by an erudite literary mensch who was, in his daily life, a highly successful businessman and executive.

B.H. Friedman, of course, was best known for his innovative and magisterial biographies of Gertrude Vanderbilt Whitney and Jackson Pollack, but his fiction was also first-rate. Especially his stories: his collection Moving In won the CCLM Award and his collection Duplex (our favorite) won the Nelson Algren Award. His last book of short fiction, Swimming Laps: Stories and Meditations, proved that he never lost his touch, even in his seventies.

The first non-family trustee of the Whitney Museum Board of Trustees, B.H. Friedman was beloved by many in the art world. We offer condolences to his family and hope that lovers of literature will check out his books of fiction if they're not familiar with his work.

He was the one of the most gentlemanly writers we dealt with as an editorial assistant at the Fiction Collective in the mid-1970s and a different kind of role model than our creative writing professors. Like many others, we will miss him.

Friday, January 7, 2011

THE HIPSTER HUCKLEBERRY FINN now available at Amazon Kindle Store from East Flatbush University Press for 99 cents


East Flatbush University Press, a division of Dumbo Books of Brooklyn, is happy to announce that due to overwhelming popular demand (thanks to GalleyCat, Gothamist, The Village Voice, and many others), THE HIPSTER HUCKLEBERRY FINN is now available at the Amazon Kindle Store for 99 cents.

As in the print edition, THE HIPSTER HUCKLEBERRY FINN is a classroom-friendly version of Mark Twain's classic novel with every occurrence of the N-word replaced by the word "hipster." Thanks to editor Richard Grayson, the adventures of Huck and Jim are now neither offensive nor uncool.

East Flatbush University Press publishes "The Hipster HUCKLEBERRY FINN" -- with every occurrence of the N-word replaced by the word "hipster"


The East Flatbush University Press division of Dumbo Books is proud to announce the book publication of The Hipster HUCKLEBERRY FINN, a new classroom-friendly edition of Mark Twain's classic novel with every occurrence of the N-word replaced by the word "hipster."

Thanks to editor Richard Grayson, the adventures of Huckleberry Finn are now neither offensive nor uncool. The 383-page trade paperback edition is available for $18.99 or can be downloaded for free. The text is also available on a Dumbo Books website.

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

Wednesday Afternoon in NoHo: Suzan-Lori Parks' "Watch Me Work" at the Public Theater's Under the Radar Festival


This afternoon at 4 p.m., we had the privilege to see (and to write at) "Watch Me Work," a performance piece by the great Suzan-Lori Parks (whose Pulitzer-winning Topdog/Underdog we'll be teaching this coming semester) in the lobby of the Public Theater as part of its acclaimed Under the Radar Festival.

Here's the scoop on it:
This performance piece, a meditation on the artistic process and an actual work session, features Pulitzer Prize winning playwright Suzan-Lori Parks working on her newest writing project in the main lobby of The Public Theater. The audience is invited to come and watch her work and/or to share the space and get some of their own writing work done. During the last fifteen minutes of the performance Parks will answer any questions the audience might have regarding their own work and their creative process.

"Watch Me Work" will take place on select weekdays for 75 minutes each day in the Main Lobby of The Public Theater. As the schedule and start times will vary, please check our website daily for the latest schedule. The performances are free and open to the public.


About a dozen to fifteen people were in the audience, sitting at chairs by tables on the north side of the Public Theater's lobby, near the entrance to Joe's Pub. We sat next to the brilliant Lemon Andersen (Def Poetry Jam, County of Kings, etc.), who was reading and writing during the performance, just as most people were.

It was interesting to watch Suzan-Lori Parks during the hour. She had two red non-electric typewriters, and while you can tell she's a fast touch-typist, she was typing thoughtfully, deliberately except for moments when things seemed to be coming out in a rush.

We had a few sheets of paper and were mostly taking notes for something, having finished a writing project just this morning. We watched other people working, and we watched Suzan-Lori Parks, wondering stuff that's probably trivial. Why did she put two sheets of paper in the typewriter carriage at a time? Does she ordinarily use a manual typewriter? Was she drinking coffee or tea out of that mug? Were those sucking candies mints or fruity? Does she have back, neck, shoulder and wrist pain from the way she sits (kind of hunched over) at the desk? When she read a page, what was she thinking?

Then, after a while, we totally forgot about Suzan-Lori Parks or where we were as we got lost in the flow of our own thoughts and working out an issue on paper and in our heads. One of the things we started doing when we were in the Brooklyn College MFA program was trying to write stories everywhere. We wrote both in longhand and on a Smith-Corona typewriter, but back then, we remember writing complete (and later published) stories totally in the food court of the Roosevelt Field Shopping Center, in Boylan Cafeteria at Brooklyn College, and on a bench on the Rockaway boardwalk. At home we sat cross-legged on the floor at our typewriter. We got our first computer (a TRS-80) as a faculty member at Broward Community College and immediately began using it; by then, the early 80s, we were writing on an electronic typewriter, not an electric one, and we got our first (really heavy) laptop computers (like the Tandy 1400) in the mid-1980s.

(This is what we started writing about in the Public Theater lobby. We also started to think about the first time we were in this building, 38 years ago, when we had student rush tickets to The Cherry Orchard, with James Earl Jones, Gloria Foster, Earle Hyman, Ellen Holly and an amazing African-American cast at the Anspacher Theater.)

It was jarring when Parks' alarm clock rang an end to the hour at 5 p.m. She took some questions from the audience, most of whom seemed to be playwrights. (We wrote our last plays as a teenager in the 1960s; a play we wrote at 15 in 1966 won for us first prize -- $150 -- in the 1973 Ottillie Grebanier Award, judged by Jack Gelber, at Brooklyn College, but by then we'd already switched to short stories.)

The questions about people's work and writing problems and processes were fascinating. A woman named Mary had a question about difficulties with endings, even getting started with the endings of plays, and Suzan-Lori Parks gave her valuable suggestions. The most interesting to us was to write twenty or so silly endings. The point was to lower the bar, to let yourself go and not feel compelled to do something serious. (After our first book was published in 1979, we were frozen for awhile after finally becoming "an author.")

Lemon Andersen asked about working with actors and how they "get" the playwright's voice. Mostly in his work, like the wonderful "County of Kings," he's been the sole performer. It was utterly fascinating to listen to him and Suzan-Lori Parks talk about the issue of actors; she said, among other things, not to get pressured into taking an actor who's not right for the part.

To Karen, an audience member who had a question about problems producing, Parks also had good advice, mostly to get stuff down, like two pages a day (what Karen set as a goal), "come hell or high water." She gave her an assignment for the next "Watch Me Work" on Friday.

Another question came from Coral in Houston, who'd seen Suzan-Lori Parks at the ZACH Theater in Austin, and who is having one of her plays in production. Coral asked about attending rehearsals and related issues, and again, she got some intelligent and thoughtful advice (attend every rehearsal unless you can't stand it, but don't be so obviously expressive that the actors catch exactly what you think of them; you can let the play go on opening night).

The event ended at 5:15 p.m. We're grateful to The Public Theater, the Under the Radar Festival, and most of all to Suzan-Lori Parks, whose plays we have loved, for giving so much of herself today. And we hope she got a lot of good work done!

"MEMORIAL DAY DIARY: 1970-2010" by Richard Grayson now available at Amazon Kindle Store


Richard Grayson's MEMORIAL DAY DIARY: 1970-2010 is now available at Amazon's Kindle Store for 99¢ from its publisher, Art Pants Company.

Here is the promo material for the 127-page $7.99 paperback edition from Superstition Mountain Press:
How does a person change over forty years? Suppose someone kept a diary every day starting when he was 18 through his late fifties? Richard Grayson, author of numerous books of short fiction, compiled such a record of his life: thoughts, actions, events, mundane details and reactions to the world around him for every Memorial Day -- the last Monday in May -- from 1969 to 2010. Here are the results.