Nonetheless, I read this chunkster of a book by Kevin Baker, Dreamland. Happily, since I read it on the Kindle, its 657 or so pages didn't intimidate me into reading something shorter. I'm glad its largesse didn't scare me away due to its e-book format, because I highly enjoyed this story of early 20th century New York.
He was astonished, for the first time, to see how many people there were and how fast they were moving. Straddling each avenue were high steel girders, pylons holding up the trains that raced madly through the night, sometimes two at a time, in opposite directions, until they made the whole street shake. It was a frantic, crowded, nightmare world that he could not wait to join.
"A magnified Prater," he sniffed to Ferenczi and Brill, referring to the cheesy midway in the Vienna park - but the Prater was like a summer garden party compared to this. Everything louder, bigger, more hysterical - more American.