Dee Nurkse wrote a collection. His actual name is Dee, but when he told this to his publisher, the guy thought he was just abbreviating. So we have D. Nurkse's A Night in Brooklyn, which reminds me strangely of Woody Allen's Midnight in Paris. Uncanny associations? Harry Giles dissects them extensively in his review.
A bit late to say enjoy the Sunday, but hey, enjoy the review!