I love Portland, I love its history, and I love wandering past a building and thinking, “I wonder what stories you could tell.” So, when I saw a book dedicated to the city’s architecture, I thought I’d be in for a treat. Unfortunately, what I got instead felt more like a real estate listing binder with a faint case of the sniffles.
Let’s start with the positives, because there are some. The book covers a wide swath of Portland’s architecture, from historic landmarks to quirky little gems you might otherwise pass without a glance. It’s clear Bart King knows his stuff and has done the work to catalog the city’s built environment. If you’re new to Portland and want a basic “this is what’s here” guide, the book will give you that. There were even a few entries where I learned something I didn’t know, and for that I’m grateful.
But here’s the thing: this book could have been so much more. Portland’s buildings aren’t just static piles of bricks and mortar. They’re woven into stories of ambition, scandal, social change, and the occasional drunken architect with a penchant for rooftop flourishes. I was hoping for fascinating tales of the people who built them, lived in them, and maybe even snuck into them at midnight with questionable intentions. Instead, most entries read like: “Built in 1926. Designed by So-and-So. It’s a good example of the Colonial Revival style.” End of story.
That’s not a journey. That’s a bullet point list.
The photography, sadly, didn’t do much to rescue things. To be blunt, the images were rough. I know not every book can have glossy coffee-table-level photography, but here the photos were so grainy and low-contrast that it was hard to make out any detail at all. A building’s intricate stonework? Lost in a gray fuzz. A playful gargoyle? Reduced to a smudge. The overall look had the charm of something printed from a home inkjet in 2003 after running low on toner. And the paper quality didn’t help - it’s the kind where you half-expect the page to wrinkle if you look at it sideways.
This matters because architecture is a visual experience. Without clear, vibrant photos, the very soul of these buildings gets lost. It’s like describing a plate of food without letting anyone see or smell it - you’re missing the magic.
Tone-wise, the book feels a bit slap-dashed together. I don’t mean that it’s inaccurate or poorly researched, just that it lacks the polish and cohesion you’d expect from something that could easily become the go-to reference for Portland’s architecture. Instead, it has that “I’ve got a bunch of notes, let’s staple them together” vibe. There’s a difference between a lovingly assembled guide and a catalog, and unfortunately, this leans heavily toward the latter.
Architecture isn’t just about styles and dates - it’s about context. A lovingly told architectural guide should make you want to go see the building immediately, not just check it off a list. I wanted a sense of the city’s soul through its structures, but the writing here is functional at best. It’s like walking through Portland with a tour guide who only reads from the historical plaque and then stares at you in silence.
And that’s the missed opportunity. Portland has a wonderfully weird history. There are the bootleggers, the early timber barons, the bustling streetcar era, the social movements that shaped neighborhoods. The book nods at the buildings but doesn’t invite you into the stories that happened inside them. Without those tales, it’s just a cold inventory of real estate. The difference between a vibrant journey and a list of facts is storytelling, and this book never quite takes that leap.
If you’re a hardcore architecture buff who’s content with a tidy checklist of buildings, this book will get the job done. But if you’re looking for something that captures the romance, drama, and quirk of Portland’s past through its architecture, you might walk away feeling a bit unsatisfied.
In the end, this book is like getting a tour of Paris where the guide just points at the Eiffel Tower and says, “Tall. Built in 1889. Iron.” Yes, it’s technically accurate, but where’s the charm, the sparkle, the feeling that you’ve connected with a living, breathing city? Sadly, that’s missing here—and that’s a shame, because Portland has stories worth telling.