I loved the Power Broker. It’s a page turner (I listened to the Audiobook), and it helped me get back into nonfiction.[1]
It took me a long time to get through, and I ended up finishing it hours before my redeye flight[2] to New York City. I woke up about 15 minutes before landing, and the first thing I saw was the fall colors of Long Island. The second thing I saw was the two Jones Beach parking fields.
The Power Broker changed the way I understand New York City, Long Island, politics, and how I conceptualize the link between built form and history and power.
I began reading the actual book in August of 2024. I’m reading it with my partner.
opens with [[Sophocles]] quote
One must wait until the evening
To see how splendid the day has been.
—Sophocles
moses swam at [[yale]], class of 1909
jump to [[robert f. wagner jr.]] oath of office 45 years later, passes up moses for [[planning commission]] at the urging of [[good government]] groups [[citizens union]], [[city club]]
examine his life through the lens of [[power]]
Power is the backdrop against which both confrontation scenes should be played. (4)
moses wielded immense money
including, in fact, only those public works that he personally conceived and completed, from first vision to ribbon cutting—Robert Moses built public works costing, in 1968 dollars, twenty-seven billion dollars. (9)
equivalent to $244,039,655,172 in 2024 dollars
The Civil Service of Great Britain reveals it’s author as the possessor of a depth of class feeling and conservatism more appropriate to a retired colonel of the guards than a young progressive from New York City. “Open competition “maybe with the young author said he wanted—but the openness was to certain individuals only. “Merit “maybe the determinant he said he desired, but it was not merit based on a man’s handling of his job. The competition Moses wanted was a competition open only to a highly educated upper class the marriage he was talking about was Merritt not in public service but in the education given exclusively to members of that class.
Don’t fly. I haven’t since this trip: I’ve crossed the country 4 times since, on the train. You may also like: The vacationing in place manifesto, Yelling at the Clouds. I really enjoy the phrasing of “flinging” oneself across the planet. ↩︎