This book is much much more than it appears to be by title and first impression.
You're guided easily through the buildings in chronological order and get an understanding of a lot more than buildings in this way. The changing tastes of different classes, the effect of war and what great potential can be lost within it. Not bad at all for a £6 on sale book.
Accurately, this is a 6 chapter history lesson, get to know renaissance artists dabbling naively but brilliantly at a new field, get to know madmen, would be greats who just didn't quite make the cut, or were shot to bits before their time, leaving behind portfolios and drawings quite unlike anything you've seen before opening this book.
What lured me back each day and became the magnetism to turn pages was not the building designs but the information about the architects, the small events in history like rivets drilled into a thread stopping time splitting into different directions that littered the pages. Time traveling through just a few buildings, their ghosts laid out on the pages staring you in the face, you by proxy understand the following about the time period the concept was proposed:
-The current state of local and geopolitics
-The current economy the city was living with
-Society, classes within it and their roles
- The trends, in art, fashion and buildings that crossed between disciplines and coloured their world.
-The personality, quirks and mind of the architect , scientist (or in some cases just a bollokingly wealthy Victorian business man) who conceived the idea.
It's a great shame some of these buildings were not built I think, equally I'm relieved some were kept in drawers or lost to the deterioration of time.
(Thanks Thomas Wilson but maybe not an Egyptian inspired, glass and iron, 94 storey, pyramidal cemetery monolith on tax payer money housing 5 million corpses suspended over 18 acres of public space in London)
Towards the end of the book we get to our 21st century that is our home, the book starts to feel like a mirror at that point because we see in these modern megastructures a representation of where we are at now. It gives a stark idea of our priorities, big as possible, different as possible, tick as many boxes to get it up. Gone are the whimsical days of Victorians boldly attempting to erect financially impossible towers just to see if they can fuck off Mr.Eiffel, no sir, here are the days of oil money, rounded, bubble forms, glass cladded electric screen blue light tear down the jungle disproportionate power and wealth leave the rest behind cathedrals of the lost that are sprouting up today by force of slave waged imported north Korean and Chinese "workers"
A dark question comes to mind consistently, the impact of these structures on a planet already in an ecologically vulnerable state and the morality of throwing 1000's of billions of dollars into glass towers that only one rank of society could benefit from, well tough shit baby welcome to the reel world, it's blade runner, it's endless tictokers and YouTube stars packing the skys of the tower up top, most of the world doesn't have water or struggles for food, but pat those eyes dry because the towers are carbon neutral and actually the bistro on floor 9 has a mezzanine coffee roasting company from Brixton that source everything organically and donate 20% of their profits, somewhere.
Tick, tick, tick, build!
Chapter 6 paints a glowing artificially coloured glassy iron framed spaceship shaped vision of a future that leaves you left still in an nauseous present, lusting for the relief for the practicality and ingenuity of the recent past.
Or maybe I feel that way just because I prefer brutalism and art deco and can't afford a flight to the UAE.