In the tradition of The Boys of Summer and The Bronx Is Burning, New York Times sports columnist Harvey Araton delivers a fascinating look at the 1970s New York Knicks—part autobiography, part sports history, part epic, set against the tumultuous era when Walt Frazier, Willis Reed, and Bill Bradley reigned supreme in the world of basketball. Perfect for readers of Jeff Pearlman’s The Bad Guys Won!, Peter Richmond’s Badasses, and Pat Williams’s Coach Wooden, Araton’s revealing story of the Knicks’ heyday is far more than a review of one of basketball’s greatest teams’ inspiring story—it is, at heart, a stirring recreation of a time and place when the NBA championships defined the national dream.
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About the Author
Harvey Araton has been a sports columnist for the New York Times since 1991. He lives in Montclair, New Jersey, with his wife and two hoops-loving sons.
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When the Garden Was EdenClyde, the Captain, Dollar Bill, and the Glory Days of the New York Knicks
By Harvey Araton
HarperCollinsCopyright © 2011 Harvey Araton
All right reserved.
Chapter OneDOWN HOME
It was a hot summer night in Ruston, Louisiana.The air inside
Chili's, a bustling outlet just off I-20, was almost heavy enough to
make breathing not worth the effort. The A/C system appeared to
be waging the same losing battle as the makeup on the faces of several
waitresses. But Willis Reed paid the wet heat no mind. He was
much too tickled at tonight's role reversal. Here, a few thousand miles
south of Manhattan, Reed's best buddy and oldest friendHoward
Brownwas the name brand, the guy with fans clamoring for his
attention, the celebrity.
"That's what happens when you're a teacher and you have a long
career in the same area," said Reed, former NBA champion and
national sports hero. "You know everyone."
Reed and Brown, both age 67, live not far from here on adjacent
properties near the Grambling State University campus where they
once shared a dorm room.
"Howard helped me get the land," Reed said.
"Whenever Willis would come back to visit, he'd stay with me,"
Brown said from the seat across from mine. "And about the time he
was moving back, he said, 'If you want to build a house, why not right
The two might as well be brothers, and Reed calls them that. They
met in the late 1950s at the all-black Westside High School, a few
miles away from Bernice, a 30-minute drive north from Ruston. Willis
and Howard both played on Westside High's basketball team, Reed
the star big man and Brown a 6'0" guard who, according to Reed,
never met a shot he didn't like.
Well, only "until it came down to the wire," said Brown. "Then
Coach would say, 'Get it inside'which meant 'Give it to Willis.' "
Give it to Willis. A smirk grew across Brown's face, and he looked
across the table at Reed: "Remember how Coach Stone would hold the
bus for you?"
Reed cackled at the memory, while Brown narrated:
"We'd all be there, ready to go, except Willis. There was a guy
named Duke who drove the bus, and he'd be looking at Coach, waiting
for him to say, 'Let's go.' But then Coach would stand up, put his
hands in his pocket, and say, 'I've got to go get my keys.' He'd go back
in the building and wait until he saw Willis walking up to the bus.
Then he'd come back on and say, 'Crank it up, Duke.' "
And so the bus would roll with Reed on board, on the way to
another all-black school, another audition for a young man destined
for stardom in the heart of New York. But all of that had happened
decades ago. It was ancient and unknown history to the Chili's crowd,
sweating over their fajitas.
The night manager stopped by our table while making her rounds
to comment on my accent, which doesn't sound too Louisianan.
"He's here to work on a book," Brown informed the perky young
"Really," she said. "What's it about?"
"This man right here and the basketball team he used to play for,"
Brown said. "This is Willis Reed of the New York Knicks; his photo is
on your wall."
He pointed to the entryway of the restaurant and there it was,
along with other greats from this area, one uncommonly rich in
basketball lore: Bill Russell, a native of Monroe, due east on I-20; Robert
Parish, another Celtics Hall of Fame center, out of Shreveport, an
hour away on the interstate in the other direction; Karl Malone, who
put Ruston's Louisiana Tech on the college basketball map; Orlando
Woolridge, a cousin of Reed's and a gifted kid who played for Digger
Phelps at Notre Dameon Reed's recommendationand later in
the NBA; and, of course, Reed himself, who hilariously wasn't good
enough for most of the major universities up north that deigned at the
beginning of the sixties to recruit a player or two from the growing
pool of African Americans.
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Table of Contents
Prologue: In a Paradise Lost 1
Part I Roots
1 Down Home 7
2 Red and Fuzzy …" 24
3 An Irish Carnival 36
4 The Real World 53
Part II When the Garden was Eden
5 Scout's Honor 69
6 From Motown to Midtown 84
7 Courtside Personae 100
8 Blowing in the Wind 116
9 Down Goes Reed 136
10 Game 7 152
Part III Fallout
11 Bullets over Broadway 187
12 The Parable of the Pearl 205
13 Deconstructing Clyde 223
14 The Brain Drain 240
Part IV Paradise Regained
15 Second Coming 257
16 Changing of the Guards 273
17 Afterglow 291
18 Then, Now, and Forever 311
Appendix: Box Scores 343
What People are Saying About This
“Harvey Araton, one of our most cherished basketball writers, has evocatively rendered the team that New York never stops pining for—the Old Knicks. More than a nostalgic chronicle . . . it’s a portrait of a group of proud, idiosyncratic men and the city that needed them.”
“Harvey Araton, who writes the way Earl the Pearl played, has made the Old Knicks new again. I learned so much and I was there.”
“I wasn’t there when Clyde and Willis and Dollar Bill were lighting up the Garden, let alone barnstorming Philadelphia church basements, but after reading When the Garden Was Eden I now feel like I was courtside with Woody and Dancing Harry.”
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
It was exciting time. The game was played the right way. Team ball. Not like its played today.
Even if you are too young to remember Willis Reed's iconic entry onto the Garden floor before that pivoital play-off game with the Lakers, you'll enjoy this rich history book about the way the game should be played.
Very entertaining retrospective on the Knick teams of the early 1970s. Quite a cast of characters- Reed, Frazier, Bradley, Lucas, Jackson, Monroe, DeBusschere, Meminger, Holzman. The NBA game was different and far more interesting in that era and this book reminds you why. I recommend it to anyone who enjoyed watching that team or anyone interested in NBA history.
araton brought back the excitement of the old knicks and made me feel like i was back in high school(at power memorial) and sitting up in the nose bleed seats. this is so much more than a story about old sport heroes. you can feel the 60's & 70's come back to life. the way that araton captures the feel of each player and different they were from each other yet performed as one of the best TEAMS in nba history. he truly shows all that is missing from the game today.
Have seen the uncorrected copy of this book and it is a gem of a sports book and more. Tremendous reporting and heartening writing. Much more than a book for fans of the old Knicks.
Ecvellent book - I found it engrossing and Araton puts a human touch on it by writing about the fans as well as the team.