As a person who lives on the East Coast of the U.S., I'm often confronted with the stereotype that 'everything is bigger out west.' That is definitely true in the case of Hoover/Boulder Dam, which is the 28th largest dam by reservoir volume in the world. Standing at over 700 ft tall, Hoover Dam is a monument to humanity's faith in the future and in ourselves. The story of its building is also a testament to inherent virtues, vices, and state of mind as well.
Less than most books, the story of the men who built this object, while always larger than life, do not obscure or eclipse the work or the dam itself, which is a surprise. What is surprising is how much a product of the Great Depression the Dam ultimately became, and in a real sense, still is. With nealry one quarter (25%!!!) of all working age men and women out of a job, the construction contractors had the choice of labor, and routinely exploited them with unpaid overtime, expensive charge acounts and monopolistic company services, as well as unsafe working conditions. Throughout it all, nearly 22 thousand men and women worked on building it, and consider it a unique and significant memorial to those who lived and died for its completion, two and a half years ahead of schedule.
The construction also led to the creation of Boulder City, a modern company town and model city that stood out amidst the shanties and Hoovervilles that dotted the American landscape all throughout the 1930s. This book does well to encapsulate that age, in that everyone (from Will Rogers to Shirley Temple) made their way to the dam site to see the spectacle. The only downside to the book in my mind is that it lacks appendices with a detailed timeline of the construction, or a table of vital statistics related to construction (itemized cost, amount of materials used, manpower over time, etc.), which I believe would enhance the story immensely. Perhaps this is my analytical mind, but only a single photo of plan for the damn exists.
In today's modern world, we seldom think of such things as Dams, any more than we consider bridges or tunnels when we cross them. But to me, the significance of these great builds and the story told through the ages about them makes me all the more appreciative of their existence, no matter how mundane, obscure, or ubiquitous they may be. Unlike a website or a computer, a dam or bridge is built to last, and its erection is itself an adventure quite unlike any other. I hope to one day be a part of such a project, just as it must have felt like for those workers over in Black Canyon, more than 90 years ago.