The colossus spanning the Arroyo Seco was mind-boggling in scale, let alone ambition. But it was 1912-1913, when soaring concrete heralded a world where possibility crackled and wood construction was becoming passé. Ask Nick Chance, the anti-hero of my debut novel about a Pasadena beloved by Teddy Roosevelt and graced by Lillian Busch. #arroyo #historicalnovel #mysterybridge #pasadena @rarebirdlit
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