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California is no more. The state, last I checked, is still there, hugging the Pacific Ocean, but the dream of Californiaof sunshine, of fresh opportunity, of unbounded freedomhas withered. It has been perhaps irreparably shrunken by decades of poor financial planning, bad politics, and a maddening electorate demanding more while offering ever less.

Pity the poor soul, then, who must serve as California’s bard. Faced with its seemingly irreversible decline into mediocrity, political gridlock, and the collapse of the state’s once-magnificent public institutions, what is left for Kevin Starronetime California state librarian, and author of the brilliant seven-volume history of the state, Americans and the California Dreamto celebrate?

The most recent volume of Starr’s history was Golden Dreams: California in an Age of Abundance 1950-1963, which appeared last year and documented the state’s steady upward climbfrom Spanish outpost, through steady growth, and then to an era of wealth, prosperity, and national influence. TitansEarl Warren, Pat Brown, Clark Kerrwalked the earth in Golden Dreams, and California was, many believed, the model for the American future. Today, the prospect of the rest of America taking its lead from California is very dim indeed.

The author’s stylemulti-disciplinary, astoundingly varied, and more than a little romantic, although entirely honest about the state's failings and the lies it has told itselfrequires some translation for his new book, a similar though far more compressed narrative. Starr has taken a pause from his life’s work and put out a brief study of one of the state’s most beloved monuments. It is a lively monograph about the planning, funding, construction, and aura surrounding the Bay Area’s Golden Gate Bridge. But concentrating intensely on just one subject, Starr’s characteristic blend of lyricism and historical narrative seems overwrought, as comparisons to the Parthenon sit uncomfortably next to detailed engineering reports.

Starr begins, once again, with a dream. This time it is the dream of linking the bustling but territorially limited city of San Francisco with the vast headlands of Marin County. Planning for the bridge had begun as early as the 1850sthree decades before the completion of the Brooklyn Bridgeand reached a fevered pitch by the 1920s. San Franciscans looked south and saw Los Angeles, a city capable of sprawling across hundreds of square miles, while they remained hemmed in on a forty-six square-mile peninsula. The bridge-builder Joseph Strauss, aided by a city engineer named Michael O’Shaugnessy and a team of consultants that included Leon Moisseiff (the designer of the Manhattan Bridge) and Othmar Herrmann Ammann (designer of the George Washington Bridge), came up with a plan for an enormous bridge that would span 4,200 feet between its towersthe longest single-span suspension bridge in the world.

The obstacles were numerous. Critics of the abandoned original scheme called it “an upside-down rat trap.” The Army Corps of Engineers was concerned that the bridge could impede shipping, and potentially block the entire bay if destroyed in wartime. And even if all the relevant parties could come to an agreement, the physical challenges were enormous. “The Golden Gate Bridge, in short,” Starr tells us, “would be required not only to be the longest suspension bridge in the world, it would also be required to possess the strength and flexibility of a great ship at sea, enduring gale force winds, as well as being a land-based structure capable of withstanding recurrent tremors in the earth, eventually even that great earthquake that all Bay Area residents, however subconsciously, realized would one day strike their region.”

Eighty thousand miles of wire were unspooled and spliced across 7,650 feet between the bridge’s anchorages, capable of supporting four hundred million pounds. An enormous concrete fender, the length of a football field, was reclaimed from the ocean, drained of water, and filled with a concrete-and-steel framework for the south pier of the bridge. The plans for the bridge even included increased protections for its workers; and by the end of construction, there were nineteen members of the Halfway to Hell Club, composed of men who had fallen off the bridge and been caught by the safety net specially constructed (at a cost of $130,000) for that purpose.

The bridge took just over four years to complete, opening to the public on May 27, 1937. Over two hundred thousand people walked across the bridge that first day, including numerous attention-seekers hoping to claim a first for themselves: “the first twins, the first man on stilts, the first person to walk across backward, the first to roller-skate, the first to tap-dance across, the first to cross barefoot.” Golden Gate culminates with the bridge’s completion. Starr pads the book with reports on the bizarre items drivers left as collateral at bridge toll booths (canes, fur coats, false teeth), and the Golden Gate’s presence in films ranging from Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner to Mrs. Doubtfire, but this all feels extraneous, a melodramatic but trivial and altogether superfluous appendage to the heart of the matter.

We leave Golden Gate with talk of suicides, and the potential glimpse of the dystopian future, courtesy of the usually optimistic Starr, still ringing in our ears: “Will human beings, ages from now, gaze upon your ruins and marvel at the American nation that once bestrode the continent and the resourceful citizens of that once great but now lost Republic?”

The Golden Gate Bridge still stands, shepherding cars and bicycles and pedestrians into San Francisco, but the dream that once built it and so many other wonders lies in shambles. The state’s fiscal troubles, and its political gridlock, practically ensure that there will be no more works of practical art like the Golden Gate Bridge in the foreseeable future. Without the California Dream, can there be a California?

Kevin Starr is a romantic in a decidedly unromantic moment, an idealist in an era with little to idealize. Is his work a balm, or only an incitement to further pain? I suppose that depends on how deep your own romance with the Golden State extends. In comparison with his heftier tomes, Golden Gate is a minor effort, but even if its narrative is ultimately less than fully satisfying, its aching romanticism is a necessary salve for a once-golden state in a world of pain.

Saul Austerlitz’s new book, Another Fine Mess: A History of American Film Comedy, will be published in September by Chicago Review Press.

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