In the parlance of the day the amount of fucks I give about writers in Brooklyn is zero. In fact I have gone so far as to actively avoid books set in Brooklyn and/or written by people who live in Brooklyn. The air of smug self-importance in many of those books makes my Minnesota sensibilities claustrophobic. And yet, what a strange and delightful gem the Dept. of Speculation turned out to be. This is the kind of book you gobble up as quickly as your eyes can shovel it in.Read More