2006 Book Challenge, #8: From Bauhaus to Our House, by Tom Wolfe.
Le Corbusier was the sort of relentlessly rational intellectual that only France loves wholeheartedly, the logician who flies higher and higher in ever-decreasing concentric circles until, with one last, utterly inevitable induction, he disappears up his own fundamental aperture and emerges in the fourth dimension as a needle-thin umber bird.
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Corbu [Le Corbusier] had triumphed through intellect and genius alone, through manifestos, treatises, speeches, debates, drawings, visionary plans, and the sheer moral force of his mission. He had become one of the greatest architects of the world, respected and admired by every avant-garde architect; had created that Radiant City which was himself, Corbu - without benefit of commissions, clients, budgets, buildings.
This is the story of modernism/postmodernism. Of worker housing, of the huddled masses and of architecural theory and history. It is not a nice tale. It is, instead, the kind of book that makes you want to wash your hands afterward. Which is ironic, given how clean, gleaming, sparse and white the buildings are. An enjoyable read, if depressing.