For a long while, I lived in Fort Greene; now, almost everything that existed then no longer exists. An exception is the Greenlight Bookstore, which seems to get more and more popular. I put a great deal of trust in clever branding, and "Greenlight" is an ideal name for a bookstore. It echoes "City Lights" and the "light of knowledge"; it alludes to its neighborhood, with its first syllable. Almost anytime I visit Greenlight (or one of its competitors), I am reminded of my old teacher Amy Bloom, who was emphatic when arguing that reading should be a pleasure. There is no shame in "genre" fiction; Bloom was especially outspoken about Val McDermid, PD James, and Donna Leon. She also demanded a sense of humor--whether on the surface, or lower down, "among the weeds." With Bloom's thoughts in mind, I recently chose "The Examiner," which is a silly (and smart) tale of murder in an academic setting. I'm so pleased that Gre