Paul Hendrickson’s previous (and very fine) book was Hemingway’s Boat, published in Britain in 2012. It was a nice conceit to see the writer’s life through his singular obsession with Pilar, the boat he commissioned from a Brooklyn shipyard, which remained the steadiest companion in his choppy voyage.
The enormous life of Frank Lloyd Wright — the architect who was born two years after the Civil War, and died in 1959 when Bobby Darin’s ‘Mack the Knife’ was a hit — offers no such straightforward device. With more than 500 completed designs, splendid eccentricities and a well-developed taste for confrontation, every single Wright building could have become a novella. He was a philanderer, fantasist, liar, cad, spendthrift, anti-Semite (whose most famous clients — Guggenheim and Kaufmann — were Jewish) and a ‘narcissist and control freak’ (at least, according to the New York Post in a spasm of fastidiousness).
But he was also an incomparable creative genius.
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