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So it took better than a month for me to finish this rambling, historical tale about New York and Coney Island at the advent of the 20th century.
When Baker wrote about Dreamland and Luna Park and Steeplechase, those wondrous marvels of Coney Island, I was entertained. I was less entertained by the passages focused on the political mechinations of Tammany Hall and the corrupt maneuverings of the city councilmen and the police.
I hated every chapter about Freud. Freud? Freud and Jung, to be precise and a fictionalized trip they take to America. Tedious.
Most of the characters were one-dimensional, distinguished only by their clothing or the food they could afford.
The ghost of the Triangle Shirtwaist Factory looms throughout the book, a tease of something dramatic to come, only to be leveled in a few pages at the end as speculation into a character's afterward.
That this was a corrupt, violent, dangerous time, Baker leaves no doubt. The image of addicted babies on display at Coney Island where the public waited breathless for one of them to die, a highlight of the exhibit, or the image of an elephant tortuously caged and ultimately electrocuted for public consumption, both stand as reminders that these were not simpler times, but rather times ruled with simpler minds.
When Baker wrote about Dreamland and Luna Park and Steeplechase, those wondrous marvels of Coney Island, I was entertained. I was less entertained by the passages focused on the political mechinations of Tammany Hall and the corrupt maneuverings of the city councilmen and the police.
I hated every chapter about Freud. Freud? Freud and Jung, to be precise and a fictionalized trip they take to America. Tedious.
Most of the characters were one-dimensional, distinguished only by their clothing or the food they could afford.
The ghost of the Triangle Shirtwaist Factory looms throughout the book, a tease of something dramatic to come, only to be leveled in a few pages at the end as speculation into a character's afterward.
That this was a corrupt, violent, dangerous time, Baker leaves no doubt. The image of addicted babies on display at Coney Island where the public waited breathless for one of them to die, a highlight of the exhibit, or the image of an elephant tortuously caged and ultimately electrocuted for public consumption, both stand as reminders that these were not simpler times, but rather times ruled with simpler minds.