The two writers discuss the art of fiction, Jewishness and their new collaborationJonathan Safran Foer and I are sitting at the table in the back of his kitchen, on a bright, sunny, global-warmed winter day (that is, it's a happy sort of sunny, but I'm pretty sure we should be sad about it). This visit is like any other visit to his kitchen – which is one mile straight down the road from mine, in Brooklyn. The only thing that's oddly, noticeably out of place, is that I'm wearing a blue blazer and I've shaved (and Jonathan's really shaved; the last time I saw him he had a huge black beard – I mean a real lumberjack, or hipster, or ...