Remment Lucas Koolhaas is a Dutch architect, architectural theorist, urbanist and Professor in Practice of Architecture and Urban Design at the Graduate School of Design at Harvard University. He is often cited as a representative of Deconstructivism and is the author of Delirious New York: A Retroactive Manifesto for Manhattan. He is seen by some as one of the significant architectural thinkers and urbanists of his generation, by others as a self-important iconoclast. In 2000, Rem Koolhaas won the Pritzker Prize. In 2008, Time put him in their top 100 of The World's Most Influential People. He was elected to the American Philosophical Society in 2014.
Koolhaas is not wrong, but by the end of this I felt as if I'd been driving around town all day with a well read and precocious teenager. I've rarely heard the obvious so exceptionally described.
Il Junkspace sembra un'aberrazione, ma è l'essenza, ciò che conta... il prodotto dell'incontro tra la scala mobile e l'aria condizionata, concepito in un'incubatrice di cartongesso (tre cose che non compaiono nei libri di storia).
"Junkspace" is more of a vibe than a structured bit of reasoning. The term "junkspace" is amorphous, undefined, encompassing malls, airports, museums and whatever architectural non-entity Koolhaas is bothered by in the moment. Such spaces are the inevitable expression of the modern consumer economy and the limit of architecture as an artistic and humanistic discipline: since such places are contingent and mutable (new shops open and close in a mall) they escape rational planning. I think if you've ever experienced a kind of existential dread at the hands of such spaces, the book will be a cathartic expression, and if not it will be an annoyance.
(maybe 2,5, taking an average) two different works, complementing each other:
junkspace reads like a manifesto, but uses mimetic practice to make its point in the same format as the criticized object, gathering disparate elements under one roof that goes on too long. in its own, it loses concrete meaning under emotional noise
running room bridges the gap by gathering the different fragments left behind into a cohesive whole; it works, but can't go much deeper than some brushstrokes, working as a compendium of ideas that clarify and solidify the previous essay. generally more successful than junkspace, but literally doesn't exist without it
C'è un momento molto bello durante la lettura di Junkspace mentre la prosa scorre ininterrotta e il flusso di informazioni, suggestioni, immagini potentissime, raggiunge un picco molto importante e inizi a chiederti "ma sta ancora parlando di architettura?" E quel punto di suggestione quasi onirica travalica lo specifico settore disciplinare per diventare euristico. Allo stesso tempo un vantaggio e uno svantaggio in quanto è un testo che potrebbero e dovrebbero leggere tutti ma che a tratti è inaccessibile e oscuro puntellato di neologismi e cinismo. Il Junkspace come definizione dello spazio in termini entropici, un contenuto volatile impossibile da sperare dal contenitore in una disordinata teoria del tutto.
Straight up, I didn't expect Junkspace. Per un ripensamento radicale dello spazio urbano to mess me up the way it did. Rem Koolhaas writes a widowed man trying to learn to cook from his late wife's recipe cards, and the scene where he burns the same dish three nights in a row and just sits there laughing and crying at the table is gut-level real. It's sad, but it's warm, too. The pace is gentle to a fault, and a few chapters just float. Who this is for: readers who like quiet, tender stories. Who should pass: anybody who wants momentum and plot.
Honest take on Junkspace. Per un ripensamento radicale dello spazio urbano: it's a book that wants to be everything and mostly pulls it off. Rem Koolhaas blends a love story, a murder, and a family secret across two generations, and the scene where the older sister finally reads a letter she's avoided for thirty years is outstanding. The story sprawls, and a few threads dangle. For readers who like big, ambitious novels that take their time. Skip it if you want something tidy and short.
It was interesting, and it bounced back at me some thoughts I’ve been having. However, some applications of the concept of “junkspace” are arguably a stretch, and lacking nuance. I enjoyed it overall, but why are there no paragraph breaks.
Running room: This companion essay I found to be pretty boring with not much to add.