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When you think you’ve added too much, add a little more. 

When you think you’ve added too much, add a little more

Join us for Julia Child’s 100th birthday celebration! Great food, tributes, trivia, and prizes!
Want to show off your baking talents? Bring a Julia Child-inspired baked-good and be entered the chance to win a fabulous prize package!
The Deets:
Wednesday, August 15, 7-9 PM
The powerHouse Arena, 37 Main Street (corner of Water & Main St.), DUMBO, Brooklyn
Tributes to Julia from:
Tamar Adler — An Everlasting Meal
Dave Crofton — One Girl Cookies
Matt Lewis — Baked
Deb Perelman — SmittenKitchen.com
Serving as MC: Alyssa Shelasky — Apron Anxiety, Grub Street
PS: Free Wine!

Join us for Julia Child’s 100th birthday celebration! Great food, tributes, trivia, and prizes!

Want to show off your baking talents? Bring a Julia Child-inspired baked-good and be entered the chance to win a fabulous prize package!

The Deets:

Wednesday, August 15, 7-9 PM

The powerHouse Arena, 37 Main Street (corner of Water & Main St.), DUMBO, Brooklyn

Tributes to Julia from:

Tamar AdlerAn Everlasting Meal

Dave Crofton — One Girl Cookies

Matt Lewis — Baked

Deb Perelman — SmittenKitchen.com

Serving as MC: Alyssa Shelasky — Apron Anxiety, Grub Street

PS: Free Wine!

"The Bars" by D. Nurkse

A poem for a summer Friday from D. Nurkse’s forthcoming collection, A Night in Brooklyn, which goes on sale next Tuesday. Stay tuned—early next week, we’ll be offering up a chance to win a signed copy.

The Bars

After work I’d go to the little bars
along the bright green river, Chloe’s Lounge,
Cloverleaf, Barleycorn, it was like dying
to sit at five p.m. with a Bud so cold
it had no taste, it stung my hand,
when I returned home I missed my keys
and rang until my wife’s delicate head
emerged in her high window and retreated
like a snail tucked in a luminous shell—
I couldn’t find my wallet, or my paycheck,
though I drank nothing, only a few sips
that tasted like night air, a ginger ale,
nevertheless a dozen years passed, a century,
always I teetered on that high stool
while the Schlitz globe revolved so slowly,
disclosing Africa, Asia, Antarctica,
unfathomable oceans, radiant poles,
until I was a child, they would not serve me,
they handed me a red hissing balloon
but for spite I let it go, for the joy
of watching it climb past Newton Tool & Die,
for fear of cherishing it, for the pang
of watching it vanish and knowing myself
both cause and consequence.

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Excerpted from A Night in Brooklyn by D. Nurkse. Copyright © 2012 by D. Nurkse. Excerpted by permission of Knopf, a division of Random House, Inc. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.

Read this Sunday’s NYTIMES piece on Amis becoming Brooklyn’s leading literary man.
Lionel Asbo, Martin Amis’s highly-anticipated novel, is on-sale this August. 

Read this Sunday’s NYTIMES piece on Amis becoming Brooklyn’s leading literary man.

Lionel Asbo, Martin Amis’s highly-anticipated novel, is on-sale this August.