If you know any American architect, or maybe any architect, by name, it is Frank Lloyd Wright. This is just the way Wright would have wanted it. There is a story that he was a witness at a trial, and after being sworn in, he was asked his occupation. "I am the world's greatest architect," he deposed. When this raised eyebrows, he clearly loved making the explanation, "After all, I am testifying under oath." The remarkable works he produced were a product of that huge ego, as were the financial and marital crises that were present every year of his working life. It is all covered in succinct form in _Frank Lloyd Wright_ (Viking) by Ada Louise Huxtable, one of the admirable "Penguin Lives" series. Huxtable is an established architecture critic, and an obvious admirer of Wright; her book, full of praise and wonder at the works, does not skimp on the questionable morality, which did not just extend to sexual affairs but also to basic financial agreements with clients and creditors. "He never played it safe - in art or in life - and apology was not his style." Any lack of scruples is long gone; the buildings (most of them) remain.
Huxtable is generous in mentions of other books on Wright, to which she refers in the text for the reader's reference. In 1932 he published his own _Autobiography_, much of which is quoted here. Huxtable makes clear with every quotation, though, that there is almost always a second or third interpretation of events, and that he wrote not so much to give particulars of his life but to show himself in "his Olympian position as the self-described inventor of modern architecture." Wright was no imitator, as anyone who examines his works can see immediately: "He remembered everything, but copied nothing, absorbing what he liked and learned into his own creative thinking." He had a hardscrabble upbringing, powered by a mother who wanted him even before birth to be a great architect. He had no formal architectural education, declaring that a conventional education would have been useless to someone of his capacities and sensitivities. He learned by moving from one firm to another until he had his own. His first marriage produced six children, but he was never a good family man. He simply, precipitously left with a lover in 1909, leaving family, debts, and unfinished projects. In his own mind, he was a moral man, but his morality was his own; he could not have been at fault, only a hypocritical society could.
When the depression hit, it hit all architects including Wright. In his sixties, he published his _Autobiography_ and was regarded by others as finished; he had thirty years of celebrated buildings behind him, and no one expected him to continue, except for possibly putting out variations on what he had done before. It did not happen, and his later work was so extraordinary that his refusal to go quietly away even in his nineties is perhaps the most inspiring part of his life. He was brought back into the architectural spotlight with the 1934 Fallingwater in Pennsylvania, a spectacular union of natural and artificial beauty which is now the most-visited architectural shrine in the United States. He never let up until he died in 1959 while another late masterpiece, the dramatic Guggenheim Museum, was under construction. Huxtable's book has a few pictures of the main buildings, enough for this overview, but not nearly enough when each of them merits a photo book of its own. But the brisk narrative is clear, insightful, and provocative, serving as a fine introduction to an astonishing career and personality.