I remember the first time I ever saw a picture of the Flatiron Building. I had just moved to New York City, saw a picture of it at a print shop in SoHo and was absolutely mesmerized by it. I did two things: went off looking for it and sent a postcard of the building to a friend. My friend shortly thereafter asked me whether that building was real. Yes, I could reply at that time, I had seen it myself.
That I remember this so well after 20 years says much about the impact that the building has. It is truly a landmark. And in this book, FLATIRON, author Alice Sparberg Alexiou provides an extraordinarily entertaining history not only of the building itself, but the larger-than-life personalities behind it as well as the city of New York during a significant growth spurt. The result is a very worthwhile book.
The Flatiron Building is, to a large extent, the story of two men. George Fuller was that type of visionary who needed to change the times because he was so far ahead of them. As New York City had strict regulations about building materials that had the effect of limiting a building's height, he took his business to Chicago and gave birth to that uniquely American creation - the skyscraper. Designed for commerce so that investors got the most use for their land space and also because tenants could conduct more business within a geographically small area, the skyscraper had its origins in the free market. Not surprisingly, it had its critics on such ground, as well.
Fuller's son-in-law, Harry Black, may not have known anything about real estate or construction when he married into the family, but he learned very fast and very well, taking the business into heights equal to those of the skyscrapers being built. When it came time to open a New York office for the Chicago company, Black picked a scrap of land so oddly shaped and poorly situated that others may have questioned his judgment. But that space came to be the sight of the now-famous landmark. Originally to be called the Fuller Building, that name never took hold with the public and eventually, giving it to the popular usage, it was officially renamed the Flatiron Building.
Alexiou gives not only good biographies of these men but also others in their lives, so that we, the readers, fell like we are reading the gossip columns from a century ago. Yes, the rich are different than you and me, as we see here quite deliciously.
And New York City of yesteryear also plays a starring role in this book. From the jazz musicians to the common man, the city and its people come alive. Particularly amusing, in this reviewer's opinion, is the case of Spate's Comfort Chair. Some moronic Englishman thought that the elitist and classist ways of his country would work just dandy over here. He thought wrong, which he learned the hard way.
FLATIRON ends sadly, however, at the beginning of the Great Depression, when many of the truly great men found themselves wiped out, psychologically as well as financially. Personalities so larger than life do not adapt well to such extreme downturns in circumstances. It is, nonetheless, a proper ending to such a good book. The Flatiron Building lives on, much larger than any individual responsible for its creation, and continues to draw crowds today as much as when it opened its doors. This is a great read about that great building.