you're reading...
On Location, Places

On Location: #3 Coney Island, Brooklyn

Coney Island Cyclone Roller Coaster Sign Frankfurter HDR 2009

Time for another post in the On Location series of places which feature in my novel Nothing Happens for a Reason (though obviously I don’t tell you why!).  Coney Island is synonymous with old-fashioned beach and amusement park culture and a cherished New York icon.  It’s beyond this little piece to go into the fascinating history of Coney Island or the great controversy over its future, but if you’re interested I recommend this excellent article from The Village Voice: http://www.villagevoice.com/2010-05-25/news/coney-island-s-grand-past-and-grim-future/

Our Day with Big Apple Greeter Clyde Turner

The part of my book set in Brooklyn takes place in 1976, so going there now was never going to be enough.  I’ve had incredible luck connecting with Brooklynites who remember it ‘back in the day’.  One example: Big Apple Greeters is an association of volunteers who give up their time to show visitors around New York; they’re not professional tour guides, but locals who know the place inside out.  Last April, my sons and I hit the jackpot when we were chosen by Clyde Turner and had a lot of fun exploring Coney Island and Bay Ridge with him.  Having practised medicine for many years in the neighborhoods I was interested in, Clyde has proven to be a wonderful expert to have on my ‘home team’.   Since the weather was awful that day and I haven’t seen Coney Island as it should be seen in high summer, I’m very grateful to another of my Brooklyn friends, Tony Catalano, for allowing me to use some of his photos here.  Tony’s amazing record of Brooklyn through the decades (especially the 70s) has been a major inspiration to me and if you click on any of his pics here it’ll take you to his collections on flickr.com.

OK, first off, Coney Island isn’t an island, at least not any more.  It’s at the southern end of Brooklyn and was originally the westernmost of the Long Island barrier islands until the channel was filled in permanently before WWII.  Like so many place names in Brooklyn (originally Breuckelen) it derives from the Dutch settlers who dubbed it Conyne Eylandt after the many species of wild rabbits they found there.  Apart from its proximity to Manhattan, the main reason Coney took off as a beach resort is that it faces due south and gets the sun all day long.  It has an continuous sandy beach and boardwalk two and a half miles long, which you can see in the photo with my boys in it, and comprises four distinct neighborhoods, Seagate, Coney Island, Brighton Beach and Manhattan Beach.

Steeplechase Park 1948

In contrast to the tacky reputation it acquired over the years, in its earliest days as a resort, Coney Island cultivated an image of elegance and sophistication with the building of three luxury hotels in the 1830s.  Transport developments meant that it became an increasingly easy destination to reach from Manhattan especially once the Brooklyn Bridge opened in 1903, and thus less exclusive.  Things were never quite the same once the amusement parks took off, starting with the first carousel in 1876, although they were of course the main attraction for many of the visitors wanting to escape the city during the stifling heat of NY summers.  The glory days of Coney Island were in the first half of the 20th century, and although it’s a shadow of its former self, a couple of those big draws are still there today.  One of them is the Cylone wooden rollercoaster built in 1927, which like most things here has made it back from the brink more than once.  I was relieved that when we were here the season had not yet started – I’m no adrenaline addict  and there are some alarmingly wide chinks of daylight visible in the joins (it is of course totally safe, she says quickly.)

Another lasting local delight is Nathan’s Famous hotdogs, founded in 1916 by Polish immigrants Nathan and Ida Handwerker and a true ‘American Dream’ story, going from a small stand to what can justly be described as an institution.  Eating hotdogs here was the high point of our day with Clyde (who gets to do it on a regular basis, lucky guy), even though in bad weather there is nowhere to sit.  There’s a strongly-worded sign forbidding women from entering the men’s bathroom (wonder what that’s all about ?!)  Nathan’s is heaving all year round and some say the area would be doomed without it, not that there seems to be any danger of that happening.

During my research I was really struck by how attached Brooklynites are to their neighborhoods and how nostalgic they are for a time when people were content with simple pleasures close to home.  Both those who’ve moved away (and many who left as children in the 70s when it was pretty troubled didn’t return) and the ones who never left talk with great affection of family days out and bunking off high school at Coney Island.  There’s no doubt that it faces a very uncertain future, but actually, Coney Island has always attracted controversy and in true Brooklyn style, its supporters aren’t giving up without a fight.  I think it’s an important piece of NY heritage that tells a colourful story about how times have changed, and I hope it can hang onto some of what made it special.  We would love to go back in the season and experience the Friday night fireworks or the annual Mermaid Festival which is hugely popular and to judge by Tony’s pictures, very entertaining.  My younger son and I will be back in Brooklyn this year around Halloween and we can’t wait to see our friends again, discover new things and eat more of Nathan’s Franks.

Oh no, I’ve just had a thought.  The rollercoaster will be still be open then.  Looks like I just ran out of excuses….

Do you have a Coney Island tale of your own?  Or have any of your favourite places (almost) disappeared?

About Isabel Costello

Writer (novels: Paris Mon Amour 2017; Scent 2021).Host of the Literary Sofa blog. Co-founder of Resilience for Writers with Voula Tsoflias. Perfume lover and Francophile.


2 thoughts on “On Location: #3 Coney Island, Brooklyn

    Hi All, it feels like bad form to be the first to comment on my own post but I hope you’ve spotted the deliberate mistake – the Brooklyn Bridge opened in 1883 not 1903. Being familiar with this fact I can’t think what possessed me to get it wrong (maybe doing it on my hairdresser’s laptop didn’t help) but every time I try to correct the date WordPress deletes half the post. The technical frustrations of the last few days have been beyond belief! Please excuse me.

    Posted by Isabel Costello | March 3, 2012, 12:29


  1. Pingback: The City and the Road – August in America | Isabel Costello - August 30, 2013

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: