Concrete
This latest in a long line of denunciations of Le Corbusier, written by my favorite atheistic pessimist, Theodore Dalrymple, is a little too heavy on assertion, I agree. If you already have an opinion of Le Corbu's buildings, words like "monstrous" and "ugly" won't change it. I did find one fresh insight, however, and it's the kind that seems obvious in retrospect—which is to say, it's the best kind:
When one recalls Le Corbusier's remark about reinforced concrete—"my reliable, friendly concrete"—one wonders if he might have been suffering from a degree of Asperger's syndrome: that he knew that people talked, walked, slept, and ate, but had no idea that anything went on in their heads, or what it might be, and consequently treated them as if they were mere things. Also, people with Asperger's syndrome often have an obsession with some ordinary object or substance: reinforced concrete, say.Of course.
Labels: Architecture
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