Yesterday was a great day for the kingdom of Brooklyn and the kingdom of books. All kinds of readers, writers and artists descended on Borough Hall in search of wonderful stuff at the Brooklyn Book Festival. And wonderful stuff there was–everything from Tugboats of New York to the young adult Do You Know Who You Are?, with large and small presses, authors who’ve sold millions of books, and newcomers with a single volume. They all shared one thing: a love of books. Maybe they published them, maybe they wrote or illustrated them, maybe they read them, but they all turned out for them and that is a glorious thing.
There was something for the literary-minded and the visually inclined, for old time New Yorkers and curious tweens. Parents brought their kids, browsed, chatted with writers and booksellers and exchanged ideas. Noted author James McBride happened by our section. I said I was reading his novel The Good Lord Bird (a new take on John Brown), along with Margaret Mitchell’s 1936 classic Gone With the Wind–two very dissimilar books on the South and Civil War. All he did was raise an eyebrow and say: “a different perspective.”
Which is what great culture is all about: ideas, talent, freedom, and exchange. So three cheers for the borough where so much is happening, for Janet Matthews and the dedicated people who put the festival together, and most of all for those who quietly, without promise of reward, write, illustrate, photograph and produce those magical, life-changing things we call books. Here’s to you!