[An imagined conversation between Paul Auster and Jonathan Lethem.]
Auster: I love Brooklyn.
Lethem: I love it, too.
[Beat.]
Auster: I think I love it more than you do.
Lethem: No.
Auster: Yeah.
Lethem: Why?
Auster. I don't know. You seem conflicted about it.
[Beat.]
Lethem: "The New York Trilogy" is overrated.
Auster: "Fortress of Solitude" is pretentious.
Lethem: Did you just call me pretentious? That's rich. "Hey, pot, kettle's on the phone for ya."
Auster: Your prose is purple.
Lethem: Yours is dumb. Oh, oh, excuse me: Hemmingway-esque.
[Beat.]
Lethem: Why do we fight like this?
Auster: I don't know.
[Beat.]
Auster: I wish the Dodgers were still in Brooklyn.
Lethem: Me, too. Wanna go to Coney Island?
Auster: Sure.
[The End.]
