This book reads like a European Abroad travelogue, being a series of lectures, essays and notes in which Le Corbusier outlines his opinions. The introduction sets up the tone of disquiet that runs throughout the book. He notes how the Americans arrived to liberate France at the end of WWII and expresses his frustration that the troops called his countrymen 'beggars' and the women 'whores'; "Europe-the great country of your fathers-seemed dirty, cut to pieces. Mad with joy, Europe welcomed you; you thought her indecent!" Later, when he reviews New York, he calls it "a beautiful and worthy catastrophe."
The central thesis of Le Corbusier's book is that his generation was at the dawn of a new era "the machine age" what he calls the "splendid and imminent adventure of a new Middle Ages." He recognises that with all births, there is both high risk and great potential. To understand the present-future, he looks back in time to what he identified as a similar moment in time; the cathedral builders. In his opinion, however, the race to the sky was won by our predecessors rather than his contemporaries. Following visits to the USA he felt convinced that they were 'anxious' and 'timid', their dreams not visionary enough, their towers nowhere near tall enough. France, he seems to say had been winning the architectural importance game. Still, he was sure, given the bruised post-war spirit of France, that America could streak onwards and upwards if only it lifted its game, literally and metaphorically. The 'agony' however, as he sees it, is that a metabolic change was required in a newly mechanised cardiac system.
Le Corbusier was shocked to find a city, not of steel and glass, but a city of stone; "quarries suspended in empty space," where humans were suspended between heaven and earth in a new scene of 'purgatory'. He challenges the 'infinity' of 'cottage windows' set into the stone facades, which to him mean "your eyries seem to be in cellars!" Repeatedly, he seeks to remind us that there seems to be a 'degeneration of spirit' associated with these high-rises, that the American's push for height is less impressive because it is less communal than 'when the cathedrals were white.' Perhaps ironically, given that his designs rarely seemed to celebrate the landscapes they sat in, Le Corbusier laments the lack of trees in American cities. These trees to him are "an image of a complete construction" and the bearers of 'essential joy.' Without trees, he claims the city is 'brutal, naked and impoverished.'
Yet, in other essays he refers more affectionately to the towers, referring to them as a "proclamation won" – "here the skyscraper is not an element in city planning, but a banner in the sky, a fireworks rocket." He accepts that these towers are 'plumes' and that plumes by their nature are 'charming and luxurious.' He marvels at the doors that 'open of their own accord' and is amazed when the infra-red mechanism which his approach triggers, is revealed to him.
Le Corbusier's alternative was the Radiant City, immense towers in sweeping parks, block upon block. He deemed this design the most sensible and 'human' approach. Anyone who has seen his sketches cannot help but be awed, and, horrified when it becomes known that Paris would have been flattened (perhaps cathedrals and all) to achieve such a city.
He disdains the congested cities, reviles the migratory escape to the suburbs, and is bemused by the wax manikins of Fifth Avenue. To him, they simultaneously remind him of 'movie-blond-vamps' and Grecian Caryatids (whom Vitruvius has forever ruined for me by revealing their metaphorical purpose of eternal humiliating and subjugation of enslaved races). On the other hand, Le Corbusier is openly conflicted about the difference between American and European university students. The students of his home were integrated into the heart of city life, "ill-fed, living in the promiscuity of alleys and dark stairways," struggling artists tortured for their art, yet continuously stimulated. The US students, on the other hand, were placed on remote campuses (often Gothic in design - "that's the way it is!") encamped in greenery, "a world in itself, a temporary paradise," where students live in virile and suntanned 'flocks'. Athletes versus aesthetes as it were. He feels that whilst the Parisian students' life was impoverished, 'flawed' and 'miserable,' the American students were 'spoilt' and worse off, detached in their 'provisional' Elysium, where "reality is lacking" and students were "deprived of a powerful food: difficulty."
Less ambiguous is his feeling towards the Ecole des Beaux-Arts in Paris. Le Corbusier believed it was killing architecture by teaching 'styles' and conservative 'truth' rules. To him, it created a paradoxical situation, whereby diligence and hard work in the wrong direction like cancer around a healthy heart. Towards the end of the book, he states, "schools perpetuate specialists in dead things."
At the opposite end is his high affection for Jazz. Le Corbusier says that it is the 'foundation of a cathedral of sound already rising' which, if architecture could be as advanced as, would generate an "incredible spectacle." Also on his love-list is Surrealist Art which was born out of the 'unchained' 'uncertainty' of post-war Europe. Le Corbusier discusses the way painting, literature, and Freudian dreams were removing the 'bones' of things, making everything 'disjointed' 'de-substantiated' and 'dematerialised.' As a result, everything can be made afresh, new creatures formed "into stupefying and promiscuous combinations." He seems amused at the puritan angst they cause, while for him their "symbols, abbreviations, evocations" are "an excellent thing." When I look now at his Modulor Man and tapestry designs, I better understand the motivation behind their dreamy and disjointed shapes.
Overall, this book reads like a diary, providing us with an insight into Le Corbusier's ideas and opinions. Throughout, Le Corbusier seems to see that life and architecture inhabits a confounding arena, where the act of building "is nothing but contradictions, hostilities, dispersion, divergence of views, affirmation of opposed purposes, pawing the ground." Although there are bleak moments, and his thesis does not overly assist my PhD, I thoroughly enjoyed reading this book.