I've gone back at least a dozen times every year since my first visit to Coney Island. It's different from other amusement parks I know. It's multi-cultural, with people of all shapes, sizes, colors, languages, and behaviors. Absent is the artificiality of American theme parks. There are no forced enjoyments or phony facades.
Coney Island is grimy and authentic, honest and straightforward.
It hits you in the face with full force. And it stays in my mind long after I've left, like a movie or song that I can't seem to get out of my head. The only illusion is the easy life it seems io promise with its eternal sun, sand, and ocean. It's where you bring yourself fully into play, rather than passively manipulated. A Look at Twins, published by E.P. Dutton in 1978.