I arrived in New York City in August 1977, about 1 month after the infamous blackout, as a 19-year-old LDS missionary. The biggest city I had ever lived in was my hometown of about 75,000. I was wet behind the ears and very naive. I was assigned over the next 2 years to the very neighborhoods that were burned and looted during the blackout. Times Square which I saw my first day on the way to the Subway, was a far cry from what it has become today. My first apartment was in a rough neighborhood in Jersey City. The block consisted of five, four story buildings, two of which were burned out shells.
This book encapsulates NYC of that era. It weaves the stories of the Yankees, Son of Sam, local politics, the blackout and urban decay into a compelling history. The title phrase comes from a line spoken by Howard Cosell, during the 1977 World Series when a fire broke out in a school near Yankee Stadium. "There it is, ladies and gentlemen, the Bronx is burning." The phrase encapsulated the era. The book is peopled with rich characters and strange, striking juxtapositions. In the Bronx, doing battle with one another and, occasionally, with opposing teams, there are Martin, George Steinbrenner and Reggie Jackson. In politics, Bella Abzug, Abe Beame, Ed Koch and Mario Cuomo go to war for the mayor's office, though one wonders why anyone would have wanted the job.
Meanwhile David Berkowitz, wielding a .44 Magnum, became the serial killer Son of Sam. He wrote to Jimmy Breslin of The Daily News: "Hello from the gutters of NYC which are filled with dog manure, vomit, stale wine, urine and blood." I recall the city on edge and the newspaper headlines as the death toll mounted eventually reaching 16, as well as the collective relief when he was captured.
Crime had hit historic highs. Between 1973 and 1976 New York lost 340,000 jobs, and porn shops went from 9 in 1965 to 245 by 1977. When the power failed during a record heat wave in July, the blackout looting was epic and depressing. In the Bronx, a priest who went out to reassure his neighborhood came back to find his altar had been stolen. Christianity Today saw divine judgment in the power failure: "The lack of electricity lit up the reality of people's minds and hearts. That's what people are like when separated from light and the light."
Rupert Murdoch's, who has contributed to the decline of politics in a lasting way, had just purchased the NY Post. Once a grand respected newspaper, Murdoch transformed it into a tabloid. Along with the urban decay came moral decay. Studio 54 took off; so did Plato's Retreat, the popular swingers' club. The first reported cases of the AIDS virus came in 1978. The "emerging titans," as the author calls them, were Koch, who defeated Cuomo in the mayoral campaign, Jackson, Steinbrenner and Murdoch. "They were flawed, farsighted, self-made men who intuitively understood the city's desire for drama and conflict because they shared it."
By using the Yankees as a central metaphor for the city's fortunes, the author paints a portrait of a wild year. Baseball, like life, is at heart a prolonged test, a journey requiring skill, luck, patience and the capacity to lose dozens of games and still emerge as a winner. Like the city, the Yankees were rocked by internal woes but gave the world outsize personalities; like the city, they had dark moments yet endured, and, in six games defeated their decades old rival, the Dodgers. The Yankees, prevailed, despite dugout rivalries and conflicts. In the wake of Reggie Jackson's legendary performance in Game 6 of the 1977 Series -- three home runs in three swings -- The New York Post asked, "Who dares to call New York a lost cause?" I remember how the entire city erupted.
Reading this book was like being transported back to Brooklyn. The city that prevailed above all odds and was my tutor in perhaps the most formative part of my life.