This is a useful book, full of scope and sway, but marred in my reading by being written (too uncritically) from within the techno-euphoria and liberal pieties of American Studies confirming what is so exceptional and blessed about being American. As such, it is a book more about American pastoral (a la Leo Marx) than about the traumas and will to imperial and global domination of the sublime but David Nye is too much of a devoted Marxian and Americanist to realize this is so. Anyway, read it and be amazed a la Whitman or Kerouac, dear reader, at the Broadway lights and the Hoover Dam!
