In August of 1972, Nolan Bushnell put a wooden cabinet into a tavern in Sunnyvale, California. Two weeks later the owner rang to say the machine had broken. It had not broken. The coin box was so full of quarters that it could not take another one.

Twelve years later, on the third of July 1984, Warner Communications handed what was left of Atari to the man whose cheaper computers had spent four years taking its customers, and took on roughly 240 million dollars of debt to be rid of it.

Almost everything people believe about how that happened is wrong.

You have heard that a single catastrophic game destroyed Atari, and that the evidence is buried in a landfill in New Mexico. E.T. sold 2.6 million copies. In any normal year, for any normal publisher, that is a hit. And the collapse was announced to the market on the eighth of December 1982 — before the Christmas returns had been counted, while the supposed cause was still sitting unopened under trees. When the Alamogordo site was finally excavated in 2014, what came out of the ground was not one title. It was dozens, plus hardware: the general overstock of a company that had manufactured far more than a saturated market could absorb.

The real story is duller, larger, and entirely about distribution. Atari did not credit its programmers and did not pay them royalties. So in 1979 four of them walked out, worked out that nothing stopped an outsider making cartridges for Atari hardware, founded Activision, and put their own names on the box. The court case did not close the door. From that moment the company's most valuable asset — the millions of households that could only buy from Atari — quietly stopped being exclusively Atari's.

This is the story of the 100 million dollar quarter that became a 45.6 million dollar loss twelve months later, the Pac-Man conversion that sold 7 million copies while being visibly worse than the arcade machine, the five-week schedule set by a film release instead of by the work, the SEC case that followed the December announcement, and the two MIDI sockets that quietly put an Atari in half the recording studios in Europe for a decade.

If you remember the printed woodgrain, the difficulty switches nobody understood, and the diagonal on a worn joystick that only you could make work, this one is for you.


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