Is Martin Amis getting cold feet little more than two years after moving to Brooklyn?
He has recently been telling friends that whatever his reservations about Perfidious Albion, as outlined in The New Republic and elsewhere, he is starting to tire of East Coast life.
“He finds it terribly transactional and, ironically given he was viewed as a literary hipster, he views the Brooklyn hipster scene as populated by conventional posers,” says my man on the street corner. “He doesn’t go out as much as he did and has developed a reputation as a curmudgeon.”
Amis moved from England because his wife, Isabel Fonseca, missed her homeland. His dissatisfaction is encapsulated by a recent exchange with a local Brooklynite who was congratulating Amis on being upper-class. Came the reply: “I am not upper-class. I am a bohemian.” That’s just one adjective one can use about Amis.
