I recently re-read Hines "Burnham of Chicago." (Days are cold and short and nights are very, very long....) T'is a good thing I have a sense of humor. Listen at this --
"...we still cannot avoid assessing their weaknesses, significant weaknesses that affected our times. For the lapse into derivative historicism was, then as always, a reflection, in part, of a sipiritual and intellectual indolence, a lack of creative vision and courage. It involved, in some ways, a failure of nerve just as in other ways it suggested the opposite: for in its frequently swollen grandeur and magnitude, in the meglomania of its vast proportions, it represented, indeeed, an excresence of nerve, a compensating thrust of bravado......
Swollen magnitude? Thrust of Bravado? My guess is that the author wears a greasy bow tie and horned rim glasses in want of cleaning. And truly, we play the fools for allowing this book to be our definitive "Burnham." In Chicago of all places. Hog Butcher of the World.
But, thanks to Google and Architectural Record, it is no longer necessary. Volume 38, the July 1915 Issue of Architectural Record is now online. As is Charles Moore's "Burnham, Planner of Cities".
Architectural Record. Digitized by Google.
Primary source materials ... in the Christmas cloud ... along with green flannel and butter cookies proves that some things, at least, remain right with the world. Even on the darkest, shortest days of the year.
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