The ultimate steampunk fantasy, built by steam engines and muscle—guys working with shovels and picks and freaking dynamite in giant submerged boxes, the water of the river (which, in point of fact, is not a river at all) held at bay by compressed air and careful planning, fighting the bends. Built in an age when engineering was not about writing software or etching silicon but boring holes through mountains, laying rail, and slinging roadways from massive cables that ran from here to way, way over there. David McCullough's The Great Bridge will change the way you look at pictures of New York City forever.
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