This land was made for you and me (but mostly me) - Bruce McCall

The billionaire Russian "oiligarch" whose replica of Czar Alexander II's yacht plies a vast man-made Crimean lake, brimming not with water but billions of gallons of petroleum from his own pipeline.

The packaged-suttee mogul Sir Sith Ram Pramba, who sliced the top off Mount Everest and installed it on his terrace atop a Park Avenue apartment building.

The heir to a California railroad spike fortune who uses a private cross-country tunnel, assembled from giant redwoods laid end to end, for 120-mph runs in cars from his exotic quipe between San Francisco and New York.

The vast Montana lodge where Gulfstreams land in the living room and an ex-CIA drone ferries fresh casks of Ctes du Rhne along the three-mile route between the wine cellar and the dining hall.

The unsinkable forty-room polystyrene iceberg cum floating vacation retreat where Claude Ste. Nervous, the Quebec Styrofoam king, cruises the Arctic Ocean in high summer and, riding on his tamed polar bear, hunts for baby seals.

These and dozens more of that new breed of swashbuckling post-millennial Midases dedicated to self-indulgent fun-whatever the cost in money, ecological mayhem, environmental devastation, and other such nuisances-are celebrated in This Land Was Made for You and Me (but Mostly Me), this lavishly illustrated chronicle that nobody expected or even wanted, but that Bruce McCall and David Letterman went ahead and created anyway.