Thomas Dyja - The Third Coast: When Chicago Built the American Dream

U NDER THE LIGHT of a single bulb, the old drunk slipped into a coma. Louis Sullivan, the greatest architect in a city of great architecture, lay dying of kidney disease at the Warner Hotel on 33rd and Cottage Grove, five years after the White Sox had met there to fix the 1919 World Series. His last designs had been a series of extravagant little banks in midwestern hamlets, jewel boxes cascading with his glorious ornament, but theyd paid nothing, so old friends like his former protg Frank Lloyd Wright had chipped in for this dingy room. As the bulb swung and his breathing shallowed, Chicagoans went on shopping in his department stores, cooking dinner in his homes, shuffling papers in his offices, dozing off in his theaters, and praying in the churches hed created. Few had any clue how Sullivan had given form to the functions of their lives.

Hed come to Chicago in 1873, chased west by the years financial panic to a city whose purpose was to be in the middle. Before Marquette and Joliet came through in the late 1600s, centuries of Potawatomi Indians had portaged here between Lake Michigan and the Des Plaines River, paddling on to the Mississippi. French fur traders set up shop in the 1700s, and as the railroads pushed west in the next century, the frontier outpost named Fort Dearborn grew into Chicago, hub of the expanding nation. From every direction, people, resources, and products moved through its muddy plains, soon the site of the worlds biggest, wildest boomtown, and when the fire of 1871 scoured most of the city away, America willed it back into existence, this time even bigger and wilder. Between 1870 and 1890, the citys population grew from just under 300,000 to more than a million souls densely packed and separate, every person there to do, to make, to somehow get theirs. Grain and livestock mattered as much as pig iron; labor confronted capital; new sciences were explored amid back-alley violence. , he wrote, naked power, naked as the prairies, greater than the mountains.

After a short stint at the cole des Beaux-Arts in Paris, Sullivan teamed up with Dankmar Adler to design scores of buildings that expressed the extremes of the city that gave America its meat, steel, and the Wizard of Oz. Together Sullivan and Adler refined the idea of what a skyscraper should be. They pushed the limits of technology in buildings such as the Auditorium and the Schiller Theater, while Sullivan developed his distinctive ornamentation, an intricate, organic system that wound around the straight lines of modern industry, exploring the aesthetic possibilities of a grain of wheat the way Bach explored music. Sullivans florid yet rational ornament between Chicagoans and their buildings. It captured the creative tension between rural and urban, past and present, the individual man and the democratic nation that fueled the city. Sullivan gave form to the idea of Chicago as a crossroads, where all of Americas impulses met to converse and trade, battle and build, each structure a message about how technology and man could thrive together. The Columbian Exposition of 1893 ended all that, though. Grand as Daniel Burnhams fair was, it pushed the first generation of Chicago skyscraper builders out of fashion, and the citys progress stumbled. Adler and Sullivan split, and as Sullivan took to the bottle, he warnedor cursedthat it would be fifty years before American architecture recovered. He was off by only five or so.

When Sullivan died that night in 1924, he died forgotten. Chicago was no longer his city, as much as it ever had been. In the 1920s virtually everyone went on the takenot just Al Capone but union bosses and corporate heads, aldermen and corner cops; even a few priests were mobsters under the Roman collar. Five years later the stock market crash would drag the city to the brink of collapse.

Out of those ashes, Chicago did rise again. It was a slow, often painful progress infused with creativity and greed, overshadowed by the two glamorous cities on the other coasts, but central in all ways to the mass-market America we know today. Beginning in the late 1930s and rolling on through the 1950s, Chicagoans produced much of what the world now calls American: the liberated, leering sexuality of Playboy; glass and steel modern architecture; rock and roll and the urban blues; McDonalds and the spread of the fast-food nation; the improvisational sketch comedy thats trained everyone from Joan Rivers and John Belushi to Steve Carell and Tina Fey; Ebony magazine and Emmett Till, whose murder catalyzed the civil rights movement; geodesic domes; avant-garde jazz and gospel music; the Nation of Islam; modern photography; the atom bomb and the Great Books; Kukla, Fran and Ollie; and the last great political machine.

The Third Coast is the history of Chicagos greatestand finalperiod as the nations primary meeting place, market, workshop, and lab, but it is also the story of how Americas uniform culture came to be. As New York positioned itself on the global stage and Hollywood polished the nations fantasies, the most profound aspects of American modernity grew up out of the flat, prairie land next to Lake Michigan. The real struggle for Americas futurewhether it would be directed by its people or its institutionstook place in postwar Chicago.

THE LATE-1930S double-dip of the Depression, when The Third Coast begins, saw Chicagoans fearing a return to days that had been especially brutal to them. in 1930, more took place in Chicago than in New York, home of Wall Street.