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Alain de Botton’s ‘temples for atheists’ have a foundational flaw
Posted by The Sheet in Architecture News on January 26, 2012
Aren't believers just as likely to appreciate a shrine to perspective? And doesn't the Large Hadron Collider qualify as a rationalist temple? De Botton's doctrine feels a trifle holy
Perhaps emboldened by the success of the atheist bus, or his own Living Architecture initiative (in which top architects design desirable holiday homes), or the fact that he's got a new book to promote, Alain de Botton is now proposing a series of temples for atheists to be built around the UK.
"Why should religious people have the most beautiful buildings in the land?" he asks. "It's time atheists had their own versions of the great churches and cathedrals."
Sounds great, Alain. But what are we worshipping?
"You can build a temple to anything that's positive and good," he continues. "That could mean: a temple to love, friendship, calm or perspective."
In order to make atheism more attractive, De Botton argues in the accompanying book, Religion for Atheists, its advocates should pick and choose from the aspects of religion they all like. So, yes to a sense of community and civic responsibility; no to persecuting gay people and abusing choirboys. And one of the things we all like about religion, especially De Botton, is the architecture, isn't it? It gets the message across far better than something like a book. Unless that book is the Bible, or the Qur'an, but certainly if that book is Religion for Atheists.
De Botton's first monument will be the "Temple to Perspective", a hollow stone tower located in the City of London, that well-known hotbed of religious fanaticism. Its height corresponds to the age of the earth – one centimetre per million years, with mankind's time on the planet represented by a gold band around the base one millimetre thick. It was designed by a young architect named Tom Greenall, who collaborated with De Botton on the book. Several other possibilities are suggested: a Temple to Love, which looks like a box whose facades are rose windows from cathedrals; a Shrine to Care, filled with little glass figurines of humans filled with blood, and so forth.
They come across like witty art installations, but would these follies – sorry, "temples" – convince any religious adherent to cross over? It's unlikely. And why couldn't a Christian or a Muslim enjoy the Temple of Perspective, just as an atheist can be stunned by Gaudi's Sagrada Familia? Architecture and godliness don't necessarily go hand in hand. The great Brazilian architect Oscar Niemeyer, who designed the beautiful Cathedral of Brasilia and several other churches, laughs about the fact that he has been a lifelong atheist.
What De Botton seems to be preaching is his own rather narrow definition of atheism, with its own unified philosophy, set of rules and even architectural brand identity. It feels rather like, er, a religion.
To answer De Botton's original question, atheists do have their own versions of great churches and cathedrals. If the antithesis of religion is scientific rationalism, then surely its temples are the British Library, the Millau Viaduct and the Large Hadron Collider? If it's about glorifying creation, then why not the Natural History Museum or the Eden Project? What about the Tate Modern? Or Wembley Stadium? Or the O2? Or the Westfield shopping centre? Perhaps non-believers should decide for themselves what a temple of atheism should be.
National Trust to open fourth Wordsworth house in the Lake District
Posted by The Sheet in Architecture News on November 16, 2011
Fire at Allan Bank triggers plan to create a new sort of visitor attraction at the villa which the poet once described as a 'temple of abomination'. He warmed to it later.
The National Trust is planning to make the best of what initially seemed to be a bad job, by opening a fourth Wordsworth house in the Lake District.
Whether the poet himself would have approved is another matter. He suffered endless problems with smoking chimneys at Allan Bank on the edge of Grasmere, and also wrote of it as a 'temple of abomination' when it was built in the middle of his view from Dove Cottage.
Time has long since mellowed the 1805 Georgian villa but in March it was badly damaged by fire. Repairs are now pretty much finished and the Trust has decided to open the house to the public from the end of next March. For years it had been let to tenants although you could, and still can, take plenty of lovely walks in its grounds.
Allan Bank is doubly special to the NT as later owners included Canon Hardwicke Rawnsley, co-founder of the trust which has just celebrated reaching the astonishing total of four million members. He was a tireless campaigner who frequently wrote to the Manchester Guardian about such other abominations as Manchester Corporation's attempt to compensate for flooding the nearby valley which is now Thirlmere reservoir, by planting distinctly out-of-place shrubs in the wild landscape.
The Trust is holding a couple of open events at the house on Wednesday 23 November (10am-midday) and Saturday 26 November (1-3pm) to launch a process of involving anyone and everyone in how the house is to be shown. Although currently an empty shell, Allan Bank has evidence of past decoration including what appear to have been stencil patterns in the Wordsworth's bedroom (one of eight; it is quite a substantial place).
Research since the fire has also shown that the walls changed from cream to stone to a yellowy sandstone and then back to cream during the 206 years since a Liverpool merchant, John Gregory Crump, used his 'new money' to construct Wordsworth's abomination. Window frames have been variously black, red and off-white and samples of all the colours will be on show at the open events.
Allan Bank's First curator, Sarah Woodcock, says:
Initially it will be like visiting an empty property when you're buying a house, and we hope that people will come up with all the ideas you tend to have on occasions like that. For ourselves, we are thinking about somewhere which feels open and full of opportunity, and perhaps encourages the sort of reflections which the Wordsworths and Canon Rawnsley had when they were here.
The gardens will be an extra attraction, with evidence in letters that Wordsworth took a hand in designing a special 'viewing tunnel' and placing stone seats at vantage points overlooking the stupendous view. One of the main windows frames the little island in Grasmere whose proposed sale prompted Hardwick to come up with the concept of the National Trust. He left the house to the Trust when he died in 1920, but with a lifetime's tenancy for his second and much younger wife who only died in 1959.
Allan Bank's association with fire and smoke also saw a large wing at the rear of the house burn down in the 1950s. But historically and in terms of the mainetenance budget, this was a blessing in disguise as it wasn't there in Wordsworth's day.
The other two Wordsworth homes apart from Allan Bank and Dove Cottage are his birthplace in Cockermouth and Rydal Mount, down the valley from Grasmere.
Constructive criticism: the week in architecture
Posted by The Sheet in Architecture News on November 11, 2011
Architects reach for their comic books, David Chipperfield sets his sights on Venice, and the people of St Leonards-on-Sea get very excited about a diving board
Is the recession causing escapist fantasies in architects? It seems so. This week sees the publication online of the first instalment of Looking for Spinoza: A Shooting Bad Guys Saga. This dark, retro-style comic book by Franco Falconetto is especially enjoyable for lovers of architecture, with its detailed and rather beautiful chiaroscuro studies of Italian baroque churches and piazzas appearing as stage sets for knife-fights and shoot-outs between heroes and villains.
I hear a rumour that Falconetto is none other than Francis Terry, of classical architects Quinlan & Francis Terry. Own up, Terry. "Yes, these are my drawings," he confesses. "Originally, I started them to amuse the children, but it fast became a way of amusing myself." Explain yourself, buster, I snarl. "Architects are natural comic-book writers," says Terry, singing like a canary. "It uses the same skills of imagining people in spaces in different scenarios."
Terry clearly has a second career ahead of him, as an author and illustrator of knowing pulp fiction. So, too, has Peter Murray, former editor of the RIBA Journal and co-founder of Blueprint magazine. Murray calls A Passion to Build, his online novel, "a racy tale of two architects, Harry Jamb and Frederick Shaw, who start out in practice together but, after an acrimonious 'divorce', compete furiously". The denouement is set in the distressed fictional city of Frampton-on-Tees, a coded reference to architect and historian Kenneth Frampton, where the architects slug it out "in the competition to design the buildings for the Olympic-style EuroGames". Plot and sub-plot race along "watched and reported on by the sexually voracious Rachael Dove, architectural correspondent of the Gazette". Blimey. The book will be online next week at Clip-kit.com.
Murray's tongue may well be firmly in his cheek, yet he is following in a literary tradition that portrays fictional architects as egotistical, over-ambitious and perhaps even insane monsters. Think of Howard Roark, hero of Ayn Rand's blockbuster novel The Fountainhead (more than 6.5m copies sold since first published in 1943). Roark, played by Gary Cooper in the gloriously OTT film of the book, dynamites one of his own buildings after second-rate talents are brought in to complete it without him.
Then there's Malestrazza, the villainous architect in Serge Brussolo's novel Les Emmurés, who concretes his victims into the walls of a very disturbing building. In 2009, it was made into a straight-to-DVD horror starring Mischa Barton, AKA Marissa from The OC.
Venice is an architectural opera. And a soap opera, too. There were fears that Silvio Berlusconi was about to push Paolo Baratta from his role as director of the Venice Biennale in favour of his business buddy Giulio Malgara. Britain's David Chipperfield, apparently, didn't want to curate the 2012 Venice Architecture Biennale if Malgara was in charge. Now, with the playboy Italian PM out and Baratta likely to stay, Chipperfield will curate the show, the most glamorous in the international architecture calendar. To date, Chipperfield's work in Venice has been for a renovation and extension to the city's San Michele cemetery. Death in Venice, you might say. He will have to think of something more life-enhancing for next year. And prontissimo too.
Ole Scheeren, former partner of Rem Koolhaas at OMA and project architect of the cinematic CCTV building in Beijing, this week revealed his design for the 268-metre Angkasa Raya tower to be built alongside the Petronas twin towers in Kuala Lumpur, for Malaysian developers Sunrise Berhard. Images show a theatrical building Hollywood directors might well thrill to, with its air of Metropolis, Things to Come and The Fountainhead, in a tropical setting. The moody photograph of the architect that accompanies the press release is gloriously noir. Or possibly pulp fiction.
Finally, Quixotic Architecture has been commissioned by a group of local business people to design a new lido for St Leonards-on-Sea, East Sussex. With views to the cliffs of Beachy Head, the proposed Lido, currently in the planning stage, is to be clustered around and below a homage to the original diving platform designed by Sidney Little. Striking, sunny images of the project evoke a world of 1930s design and seaside bathing, all brought happily up to date – architectural escapism at its sunniest.
Letters: Opinion divided on Britain’s concrete ‘treasures’
Posted by The Sheet in Architecture News on October 9, 2011
It was distressing to read Maev Kennedy's article (Unloved brutalist buildings cited as international treasures, 6 October), which recycles the usual cliches about such buildings. Birmingham central library is "grey" because the council won't clean it. It should be creamy-white. It is not "uncompromising". Its architects, the John Madin Design Group, designed its seven storeys with great care to sit next to the town hall and a council building, which they do. It is only "harsh" if you refuse to look at it intelligently, and delight in the power of its concourse, and the magical flow of its internal spaces. But it is indeed made of concrete.
Ten years ago the library had only a few "passionate admirers", but now opinion in the city is at least evenly divided between its traditional opponents and people who will be very sad if it goes. The staff areas, specified 50 years ago, are inadequate, but the staff are unlikely to "dance on its grave". Many of them have just lost their jobs because of the cuts, including big service reductions, made by the coalition which wants to pull it down.
Andy Foster
Birmingham
• Jonathan Glancey refers to Preston bus station as "baroque" (Fashions change, but fine buildings must be saved, 6 October). On this we are as one, assuming his interpretation of baroque is as resembling a public convenience and a harbour for cutpurses. Methinks Mr Glancey does not catch any buses from there.
Andrew Swarbrick
Preston, Lancashire
• The purpose of a bus station is to provide bus users with a convenient waiting area to connect with their buses. Preston's station is dark and claustrophobic, and doesn't have very many seats. It would have been much more appropriate to accompany Glancey's article with images of the insides of the bus station as used by commuters, rather than a pretty image that shows the entrance to the multistorey car park which sits on top of the library.
Furthermore, the pedestrian underpass from the station to the city centre is so successful that when passengers alight from the buses, many walk along the dedicated bus exit road. Perhaps the kindest thing to be said about Preston bus station is that Steve Jobs didn't use it as a template for the iPhone.
Pascal Desmond
Lancaster
All Over the Map: Writing on Buildings and Cities by Michael Sorkin – review
Posted by The Sheet in Architecture News on September 24, 2011
The thoughts of America's most outspoken architect
Michael Sorkin is an American architect, a professor of architecture at City College in New York and easily one of the best architecture critics around. His collection of Village Voice columns, Exquisite Corpse (a title taken from the surrealists), which was published in 1991, confirmed Robert Hughes's opinion that "he is unique in America – brave, principled, highly informed and fiercely funny".
With All Over the Map, a collection of articles from the Architectural Record, Sorkin continues to focus on New York but, as ever, his critical thinking has wider implications. His pieces often start with an arresting, polemical opening ("All architecture is political"), to be followed by a tangential wander around a topic before a more focused two-paragraph summation and an equally strong final sentence ("The only answer to terror is an excess of democracy", "Good cities are a bulwark"). Sorkin is a flâneur with a sense of public purpose.
The book begins in 2001 with the destruction of the World Trade Center and ends with his own architectural manifesto – one that owes a great debt to Jane Jacobs, author of The Death and Life of Great American Cities. He argues for sustainable, bounded, polycentric and diverse cities, and is most interested, as someone who has long specialised in city planning, on "work at a scale that can genuinely be judged for its public arrangements and effects" rather than on individual buildings.
Sorkin argues convincingly that the Ground Zero site in Lower Manhtattan should be open, public space that encourages "peaceable assembly" (with its first amendment echoes) as its most important activity – something in short supply there. (He is horrified that Manhattan has become the world's largest gated community.) He rails against Larry Silverstein, the "philistine leaseholder", and the Lower Manhattan Development Corporation. When Daniel Libeskind, who is now masterplanning the site, first produced his design for the so-called Freedom Tower, Sorkin wrote that "with its bellicose iconography of strength, its giganticism, and its emphasis on heroism – [it] seems to commemorate victory". The One World Trade Center tower, Skidmore, Owings & Merrill's skyscraper, is due to open in 2013: Sorkin's criticism still pertains.
He is undistracted by the false debate about which was the best design in the Ground Zero competition, questioning the very idea that there must be buildings to replace those lost and looking at the wider context of the ecology of Lower Manhattan and beyond. "We do not hallow this ground simply by filling it with buildings," he writes. It is "disaster triumphalised", and he asks "why must the world's tallest office building be built on this hallowed ground?" He dismisses Libeskind's "treacly recitations of his immigrant sagas" and is disgusted by a fashion piece that compares the eyewear of the design competition finalists. "Never was vision so conflated with sight or sore eyes," he writes scathingly.
All Over the Map seeks to redress what Sorkin calls the "crisis in the public realm" from "car bombs in Kabul to CCTV cameras in London, from defensive 'street furniture' in Manhattan to the rampant privatisation of everything" and especially urban sprawl. I'm not so sure that sprawl is, as he claims, America's special contribution to urbanism, but it's easy to agree with his ringing conclusion: "Sprawl is unsustainable. Cities are the cure."
Sorkin doesn't pull punches – he writes a devastating obituary of architect Philip Johnson, a bête noire, whose body of work is merely "mediocre" and who was "clarifyingly emblematic of everything revolting about architectural culture, from his long love of the Nazis and his unspeakable anti-semitism, to his club-house conduct of architectural patronage ... his fey irony, his upper-crust superficiality ... Basta! Good riddance!".
He laments the decline in the standards of the architect Rem Koolhaas, demonstrated especially in his Prada buildings – how "Rem becomes Rem©", as he puts it. Koolhaas's non-committal view of the city, he argues, is often nothing more than "a series of laminations that serve its shopping subjects by smoothing the flow of traffic". (Though perhaps Sorkin shouldn't shout too loudly about these capitulations to the market – his own studio's Seven Star Hotel project in Tianjin, China, appears little different.) A chapter entitled "Entering the Building" is an Orwellian satirical riff on security, crowning Sorkin's belief that "we are moving toward a national security city, with its architecture of manufactured fear". The final directive is a bitter "Have a nice day."
Sorkin repeatedly urges us not to be blinded by form. "Halliburton headquarters (or Saddam's palazzi) may be gorgeous," he writes, "but that isn't exactly the point." As he says in a chapter entitled "Advice to Critics", "Style ... often conceals more than it expresses." His most important admonition, however, is never to be "a conduit for someone else's delusions" – something no one could ever accuse him of being.
The Art-Architecture complex by Hal Foster – review
Posted by The Sheet in Architecture News on September 17, 2011
Is it a good idea if architects start seeing themselves as artists? Rowan Moore salutes a refreshingly rigorous argument
Ours is a time when art looks more and more like architecture, and architecture looks quite like art. Now rising at the 2012 Olympic Park is the Orbit, a pile of steel composed by the artist Anish Kapoor, which has things like lifts and stairs, serious engineering, and the scale of a building. Olafur Eliasson has just finished a spectacular glass wrapping to the Harpa Concert Hall in Reykjavik which has attracted a lot more attention than the parts by the actual architects of the project, Henning Larsen.
The Serpentine Gallery in London, a place dedicated to visual art, presents an annual pavilion, designed by an architect, as if it were the work of an artist, which is then sold to collectors. Architects themselves profess to be inspired, with varying degrees of credibility, by the likes of the American artist James Turrell. "Minimalism" has turned from an artistic movement to an architectural style to an interior design option. Office towers purport to be "sculptural", or else use tricks of perception borrowed from conceptual art. This co-mingling is the subject of The Art-Architecture Complex and, according to the book's author Hal Foster, it is "now a primary site of image-making and space-shaping in our cultural economy". As the half-sinister title suggests, with its echoes of Eisenhower's warnings about the military-industrial complex, and the suggestion of complexes in the psychological sense, the merging of art and architecture is not necessarily a good thing. It can become, suggests Foster, a means of blurring our consciousness, a new opiate of the people supplied by corporations and governments as they use "iconic" artworks and buildings to sell cities and property to investors.
He starts by taking us through major architectural movements of the last half-century, including the way pop art influenced both postmodernism and what became the hi-tech architecture of Richard Rogers, Renzo Piano and Norman Foster, which then led to a "global style" of steel and glass, more or less the same everywhere. In the case of Rogers, this global style takes the form of "pop civics" – law courts and assembly buildings and our beloved Millennium Dome, which profess accessibility and public engagement. In the case of Renzo Piano the result is "light modernity": elegant, refined structures that might be a Hermès store in Tokyo or a cultural centre in New Caledonia.
Foster describes the influence of Russian suprematist and constructivist art on Zaha Hadid, and the effect of conceptual art on the Americans Diller Scofidio + Renfro, the creators of New York's High Line park. Also, the use of both minimalism and pop by the Swiss Herzog & de Meuron, creators of Tate Modern and the Beijing Bird's Nest stadium. He then examines the question from the other side, looking at the spaces and constructions of artists like Dan Flavin, Donald Judd, Robert Irwin and (especially) Richard Serra, before concluding with an extensive interview with Serra.
For him the stuggle is between the "imagistic" (bad) and "embodiment and emplacement" (good), or between "stunned subjectivity and arrested sociality supported by spectacle" and "sensuous particularity of experience in the here-and-now". One supports our sense of who we are, in relation to ourselves and other people; the other is a ruse of globalised capitalism to induce numb passivity, "in the guise of our activation". This is performed through something called the "experience economy", a modern version of the ancient Roman panem et circenses, only without the bread. All pretence that the cultural is separate from the economic, says Foster, is finished.
Of course, one of the features of building-sized artworks, and of artistic buildings, is that they require a lot of money to make, which implies a compelling economic argument to pay for them. (Hal Foster, a native of Seattle, and now a professor at Princeton, was a classmate of Bill Gates, which may or may not give him special insight into big money.) All the architects he describes succumb, one way or another, to the curse of the imagistic, as do many of the artists. Richard Serra emerges as a hero of the embodied and emplaced, with his large, physical sculptures where you can see the marks of their making, and which require you to walk round and into them.
There are, nevertheless, consolations: Foster is appreciative of, for example, "the mixed condition" in the work of Diller Scofidio + Renfro, by which he means their combinations of art, video and architecture, and of the new park of the High Line with the old viaduct on which it is formed. Despite worrying that they "might be a front for capitalist modernity", he sees the possibility that they might "not simply smoothen".
As an architecture writer reading Foster, who comes from the direction of art theory, I find it refreshing to encounter a degree of intellectual rigour (if also, sometimes, opacity) you don't find too often on my side of the fence. Indeed, it requires a certain gentleness on his part, when dealing with the artistic pretentions of architects, to stop them collapsing too quickly under his probing. On the other hand, he sometimes treats buildings too much as artworks – as things to be looked at and walked around, that stand or fall by their inherent conceptual strength – rather than as things of use, to be inhabited, which are enmeshed in function and finance.
I'd also question his polarity: is image always such a bad thing, and can it in any case be avoided? But his basic premise is compelling – and he uses it to powerful effect – to reveal the gap between the reported effects of buildings and art pieces, and their actual ones.
Culture flash: shopping malls
Posted by The Sheet in Architecture News on September 14, 2011
This week's news in the arts
Britain's mall sprawl made a major advance this week when it was revealed the east London district of Stratford had now been completely rebuilt as one giant shopping centre. It's only a matter of time before Westfield Stratford City joins up with Bluewater, the Lakeside and the White City Westfield and London becomes one giant, uncontrollable retail behemoth.
If this is where we're headed, what kind of future does culture predict? Starting with the positive side, the mall is the epicentre of American teen life, as evidenced by Kevin Smith's Mallrats, Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure and Clueless. "I had to find sanctuary in a place where I could gather my thoughts and regain my strength," says Alicia Silverstone. You can guess where she heads. The mall's spiritual side was also explored in Michael Sheen's three-day Passion play this easter, partly staged in Port Talbot's Aberafan Shopping Centre.
More often, though, it's the sinister side of shopping that artists have been drawn to. The private-security aspect of mall space was brought home in Seth Rogen's creepy Observe and Report and Paul Blart: Mallcop. Stumbling further down the aisles we cross paths with JG Ballard, who predictably saw retail centres as a recipe for dystopian disaster. The inhabitants of High-rise fight over the 10th-floor supermarket as if it were a savannah watering hole, but worse still are the residents of Brooklands in Kingdom Come, whose Metro-Centre turns them into murderous, sports-mad bigots. Consumerism easily becomes fascism in the retail hothouse, says Ballard. In George Romero's Dawn of the Dead, survivors hole up in a giant shopping mall when the world is overrun by mindless zombies, motivated only by consumption. No hidden message there, then.
But let's not forget that malls can themselves be art. Architects usually sneer at such work, but some of the best designs have come from the likes of Daniel Libeskind (Bern's Westside Shopping Centre), Massimiliano Fuksas (Frankfurt's MyZeil mall), Tadao Ando (in Tokyo) and Britain's Foreign Office (Meydan in Istanbul). Come to think of it, design-wise, Westfield Stratford City's not that bad either.
All Over the Map: Writing on Buildings and Cities by Michael Sorkin – review
Posted by The Sheet in Architecture News on August 27, 2011
America's most invigorating writer on architecture is at his best when defending the importance of uncompromised public space
Michael Sorkin has long been America's most invigorating writer on architecture. His preferred medium is the medium-sized article, journalistic not academic, and his standpoint that of an enraged but forever hopeful liberal, rooted in the dense, diverse streets of lower Manhattan. His targets are the corporate powers that, as he sees it, would crush the freedoms that make cities – especially his own – what they are. Also, or more so, the architects who go along with such powers, and obligingly ornament their monuments and instruments with distracting shapes. Also the critics who applaud the architects who dress the works that crush the freedoms.
All Over the Map is a collection of his writings from the first decade of this century, and several pieces reveal his fine line in satirical contempt and bleak humour. In "Entering the Building", he riffs a 62-point hallucination of security measures gone mad – "allow the Sniffer-Dog (green camouflage uniform) to sniff you wherever he or she pleases" – which, needless to say, is not so far from a possible reality.
The antihero who helps Sorkin to define himself is the late Philip Johnson, the godfather (in the Marlon Brando sense) of American architecture from the 1930s until his death aged 98 in 2005. Early in his career Sorkin outed Johnson as a committed Nazi sympathiser considerably less repentant than he ought to be, as well as a cynical player of power games, which latter characteristic Johnson himself did not try too hard to hide.
There is a note of regret when Johnson's death, in the time span of this book, obliges him to write "My Last Philippic". Except it isn't: Philip Roth's novel The Plot Against America, in which Charles Lindbergh becomes a pro-Nazi president in 1940, inspires Sorkin to imagine Johnson embracing the regime, and designing for it remote themed towns for black people and Jews. The features of "New Plantation, Alabama", privately called "Coontown" by Johnson, included the "'Tar Baby Caryatids' which held up the front porch of 'De Gen'ral Sto' on Main Street".
Sorkin's first book of essays, Exquisite Corpse, appeared 20 years ago, and as he now wryly notes: "My introduction bid a stirring farewell to critical writing, promising that I'd devote myself exclusively to architectural practice henceforth." He couldn't stay away, but his pursuit of work as an architect makes his latest book more complicated. Exquisite Corpse had the greater clarity and certainty of someone less enmeshed. In All Over the Map he struggles with the compromises that go with trying to get work from the same political-economic complex that he likes to attack. He flies a lot, which is not very ecological, and accepts commissions in China, which is not a very liberal place.
He can also be a lot less fun and agile when he tries to say what he thinks is good architecture. In praising one of his heroes he talks of "closely identifying the prosody of detail and organisation of building to clear social and environmental agendas". There must be a better way of saying it. For readers unversed in current architectural jargon, appreciation of this book requires some judicious skipping over the muddier parts.
His own designs, featured in the book as drawings rather than completed buildings, don't completely convince that they will unlock the answers to the social issues he raises. He is too much in love with form, favouring grandiose, quasi-natural shapes, like rock formations. There seems no guarantee that they would not end up as the same gross sculptures that you get in Dubai, and which Sorkin excoriates.
The most persistent theme is the architectural response to the 9/11 attacks on the World Trade Centre, which happened in Sorkin's neighbourhood, early in the time span of All Over the Map. He combines his usual astute analysis of the politics with his own ideas of what might be built there – "A World Peace Dome" for example. These, it seems to me, contribute to the extremity of the debate that took place at Ground Zero, between vision and commerce, which helped make it inevitable that commerce would win.
Then again, he comes up with real eloquence and precision in defending his dearest subject, the importance of true, uncompromised public space. He defines essential freedoms – of assembly, access, and of "use and expression" – together with the importance of the "stimulating accident". This pretty much nails what we want from the open places of our cities.
Letter: Preston bus station is no St Pancras
Posted by The Sheet in Architecture News on August 8, 2011
If eyesores like Preston bus station are all that pass to make a town unique, it is a sad day indeed (Unthinkable? JK Rowling at Preston bus station, 6 August). When it opened in 1971 it may well have been bold and uncompromising. Also bold and uncompromising are the stenches of urine and skunk cannabis that fill its many nooks and crannies in 2011. The stark exterior is covered in the same dirt-white tiles found in the toilets. The only permanent access is via intimidating, low-lit subways. The rubber floor covering is alarmingly dangerous in wet weather. There is no comfortable seating for travellers waiting for buses. The surrounding surface is in a constant state of disrepair. For elderly and vulnerable users it can be a frightening place, especially at night. It is a monument to social and economic decay, an asbo magnet, not a place to linger and be awed. St Pancras it ain't.
Preston is not a museum. It is a living city – the newest British city in fact – with a justifiably proud transport history: an important west coast mainline railway station, the first motorway in Britain (M6 Preston bypass) and the erstwhile Leyland Trucks just down the road – and, yes, when this building was built it was the largest bus station in Europe. It is now an architectural dinosaur. For this city to have a large bus station is crucial, but it should be a functioning building fit for purpose – not a museum of grot of which its inhabitants are expected to feel proud! Its problems are so inextricably linked with its design that to earmark it for preservation would be folly. The only solution is to tear it down and replace it with a vital heart of infrastructure which is clean, comfortable and safe to use.
How patronising the sentimentality that monstrosities such as Preston bus station elicit from people who live nowhere near them. I live and work in the Preston area and can testify that its regular users would not lament its passing. If JK Rowling has ever laid eyes on Preston bus station, she would agree.
John Rodgers
Preston
Response: Don’t ignore Britain’s pre-Christian architecture
Posted by The Sheet in Architecture News on September 15, 2011
No comprehensive guide to our islands' buildings should exclude Hadrian's Wall or Stonehenge
Jonathan Glancey's introduction to the Guardian's Guide to British Architecture encourages a reading of architecture and an immersion in its language (Architecture: an autobiography, 10 September). The buildings "tell tales of people who have lived, loved and worked inside them". The stories of buildings' birth, life and death, their design and fabrication, use and abuse, rebirths and ruin, are indeed the narrative that describes a society and its architecture.
Yet the guide as a whole surely misses the deep and longer story of British architecture. Joseph Rykwert's seminal work The Idea of the Town views the myths and rituals of many previous civilisations; Glancey only allows a brief view of "eight millennia" of architecture with a mention of "the cities and ziggurats (towers) of ancient Sumeria, now hidden from the world in the deserts of southern Iraq".
Surely Britain is allowed its ancients: does the history of architecture only start with the arrival of Christianity, the dominant force in architecture? Surely it should include places deep in our psyche and defining the last six millennia. Where are the precise fabrications of Stonehenge, and the domestic and environmental connectivity exhibited at Skara Brae? Where are the Romans' technical marvels, Hadrian's Wall, and their integrated plumbing and heating?
Are we witnessing an editing moment similar to the TV series Civilisation; or perhaps these Unesco world heritage sites are seen as just buildings, like Nikolaus Pevsner's bicycle shed – and therefore written out of the story? They were important enough for John Wood, the designer of the Circus in Bath, to survey Stonehenge; and earlier Christopher Wren, a great baroque master, allegedly visited and marked the stones. Peter Ackroyd, in his Hawksmoor novel, develops a narrative that connects Wren at Stonehenge to the death of Wren's son at the Pyramids of Giza.
Glancey compares the reading of literary greats to the reading of buildings, yet he misses the sensory duet between body and buildings, exemplified by Georges Perec, who combined mathematical and literary puzzles across the life of a Parisian apartment block in Life: a Users Manual. My own favourite from Dickens is a body landscape duet from Great Expectations as Magwitch turns Pip in Cooling churchyard, creating a large-scale metaphoric Thames rotation, moving London west to east.
For me as an architect and tutor, the longer view of British architecture, with civilisations waxing and waning in the face of creative and destructive environmental change, wields salutary lessons.
We can take fictional futures that use the deep and modern past such as those of China Miéville, JG Ballard and Italo Calvino. Digging beyond Calvino's Invisible Cities, one arrives at the architecture of Cosmicomics, and a fascination in new and rare materials, scientific concepts that become mythical in the Italian's hand – they are hinted at in your guide's article on new materials.
Perhaps we should be projecting a Guide to British Architecture for the next eight millennia: now, that would be popular with my students.
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