A must read for anyone considering a life in architecture or wondering what they mean by “the boys’ club.” In about 200 pages one gets a lightly edited version of a juicy closed-doors two-day crit with Philip Johnson, Léon Krier, Robert Stern, Toyo Ito, Rafael Moneo, Paul Rudolph, Frank Gehry, Rem Koolhaas, Richard Meier, and Peter Eisenman among others. In this 27-men-only caucus, they take turns freely discussing their work, using words such as “postmodernism,” “pastiche,” “schizophrenic,” and bitch.” It is a fun reminder of how much things have changed and how much good there still is to do.

The sense of the beginning of the 20th century and the American shift from east to west, the bond between men, father, sons, servants, friends, and principally brothers. I love how intricate the dialogues among these male characters are, especially between Samuel Hamilton and Lee, knowledgeable immigrants who unite beyond class or race through books and dignified speech.

Before embracing digital architecture, Tschumi developed an intense relationship with film, and throughout this book, frame by frame, drawing by drawing, an obscure narrative emerges. This book has so much personality; it is so austere and yet so beautiful.

From Iraq to tsunamis to Katrina, Naomi Klein explains the predatory advance of entities such as Blackwater and Halliburton and how infrastructure disaster relief has shifted from humanitarian and national efforts to private and for-profit groups. She traces the ascent of Milton Friedman and the Chicago School of Economics free market team and how this progressively leads to an extreme form of capitalism.