Hey, where's Flatbush? We got writers. I can't think of any big literary names off the top of my head, but we got lotsa writers (and artists, we're filthy with those). Our literary patron saint is Alexandra's daddy Bill, who immortalized his postwar sojourn here in "Sophie's Choice" and lived two doors down from my house. Which house I blog about, in lapidary prose...because I am a Brooklynite, and I just can't help myself. (We have also been deemed the "bloggiest borough in New York.")