Here is Arthur Miller on Midwood, Mel Brooks on Williamsburg, Spike Lee on Fort Green. David McCullough sees Truman, F. Murray Abraham deconstructs Brooklynese, Jerry Della Famina describes those hot summer nights, and Nora Guthrie remembers living with her father Woody in Coney Island. There’s the West Indian Day parade and the Neptune Parade, Ebbet’s Field Sym-phony and Norman Mailer in a homeless shelter, pigeon-racing and parakeets in Green-wood Cemetery, Junior’s cheesecake, the judge in the Gotti trial, the world’s best handball player, and a wise guy’s guide to dining.
BROOKLYN, the book, tells it all. Packed with the accent, the attitude, the smarts, with nostalgia, respect, awe, laughter and news, BROOKLYN taps into one of Brooklyn’s best resources-its army of writers-to tell the story of America’s home town. For over 250 years immigrants from all over the world have lived in the neighborhood called Brooklyn, and fanned out to the rest of the country. An 81 square mile patchwork of city, college town, quiet fishing village, industrial center, bedroom community, and seaport, Brooklyn is the Dodgers, Walt Whitman, Mrs. Stahl’s knishes, the bridge-and BROOKLYN, an obsessive and definitive book that’s as colorful, interesting, and quirky as the world it celebrates. Fugehdabboudit!