ABSTRACT
There was a time, starting late in the 1950s and lasting for something over a decade, when Birmingham seemed to be a city to be admired, and to be emulated, by others. It was a place which had grasped the possibilities which others had done little more than discuss, and built a modern city, recreating much of the city’s fabric. This renewed city, in the image of modernism, had been created with the huge enterprise and civic will to erase a great deal of its nineteenth-century past, and had recreated itself as a new and shining city.
