Category Archives: town planning

Postcards from Stafford

Dalrymple writes that Stafford, the county town of Staffordshire in the English Midlands, is

one of the many English market towns that used to be beautiful. A few years of bureaucratic town planning have destroyed centuries of harmonious construction. Nicolae Ceaușescu could hardly have done worse.

New library

Old library

Staffordshire County Asylum

Corbusians versus the cockroaches

Dalrymple writes that Le Corbusier’s

casual but vicious totalitarianism, his inhumanity, his rage against humans, is evident. He felt the affection and concern for humans that most people feel for cockroaches.

Like Hitler, Le Corbusier

wanted to be an artist, and, as with Hitler, the world would have been a better place if he had achieved his ambition — one could have avoided his productions. The buildings that he and myriad acolytes have built scour the retina of the viewer.

The Corbusians are original in nothing but the new outrages they commit

A single Corbusian building

can devastate a landscape or destroy an ancient townscape, with a finality quite without appeal.

As for Le Corbusier’s city planning,

it was of a childish inhumanity and rank amateurism that would have been mildly amusing had it remained theoretical.

Dalrymple’s æsthetic detestation of Charles-Édouard Jeanneret

Le Corbusier, Dalrymple points out, was

  • personally unpleasant
  • a plagiarist
  • a liar
  • a cheat
  • a thief

His ideas were

gimcrack at best, and often far worse than merely bad.

A criminally bad architect

To commission a building from Le Corbusier

was to tie a ball and chain around one’s ankle, committing to Sisyphean bills for maintenance, as well as to a dishonest estimate of what the building would cost to build. He was technically ignorant and incompetent, laughably so. His roofs leaked, his materials deteriorated. He never grasped elementary principles of engineering.

A house by Le Corbusier

was not so much a machine for living in (one of his fatuous dicta) as a machine for generating costs and for moving out of. In the name of functionality, Le Corbusier built what did not work; in the name of mass production, everything he used had to be individually fashioned.

Having no human qualities himself,

and lacking all imagination, he did not even understand that shade in a hot climate was desirable, indeed essential.

Foulest of the fascist architects

Le Corbusier’s writing is

exhortatory and often ungrammatical, full of non-sequiturs and dubious assertions. He raves rather than argues; everything is written in an imperious take-it-or-leave-it mode.

Le Corbusier’s pronouncements, and the belief in them,

led to the construction of a thousand urban hells, worse in some ways than traditional slums because they were designed to eliminate spontaneous human contact. He hated the street, because it was messy, unofficial and unofficiated. He hated it as an obsessively houseproud woman hates dust.

Despite his horrible failings, Le Corbusier exerts

an unaccountable hold over architects and intellectuals. In France (but not only in France), to criticise him is to put oneself beyond the pale, and careers have been obstructed if not ruined by doing so. He seems to have a grip over minds, and those who are attracted to him are attracted also to totalitarian methods of keeping control over opinion. While hundreds of fawning books have been published about him, only a relative handful have taken a critical stance, and even those that provide ample evidence of his manifold defects and crimes refrain from drawing the obvious conclusion.

Huntingdon’s loopy beltway

Orbital lunacy

Dalrymple writes that, most unfortunately for the inhabitants (who had done nothing to deserve it), post-war planners resolved to provide the town of Oliver Cromwell’s birth with a distressingly ugly circumferential highway that succeeds in

simultaneously rendering exit from and entry into the town difficult and dangerous.

The ring road is

of such hideous and dysfunctional design that architects and town planners around the world study it as a warning.

The Huntingdon that existed in living memory — one of the most charming towns in England — and today's Huntingdon, a dangerous monstrosity that is a warning to the world

The Huntingdon that existed in living memory — one of the most charming towns in England — and today’s Huntingdon, a dangerous monstrosity that is a warning to the world

Postcards from Coventry

Screen Shot 2015-04-21 at 08.38.12Dalrymple explains (from 8:17) that until the bombing in the Second World War, and the depredations after the war of the socialist planners (who regarded the bombing not as a tragedy but a ‘heaven-sent opportunity’), Coventry was one of the finest mediæval towns in Europe.

Dalrymple is, he says, ‘reduced almost to tears’ by the destruction wrought both by the Luftwaffe and the post-war desecrators.

Much of Coventry could have been restored, and the very little that was restored is of outstanding beauty (though actually it was all everyday architecture at one time).

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Postcards from Nottingham

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How English children relate to their elders and betters

Have you fucking lost the plot? Fucking pick it up yourself!

Thus spake a schoolboy to Dalrymple at a bus stop in Nottingham (a city which Dalrymple describes as ‘horrible’).

Dalrymple, politely and without anger, had asked the ‘fattish’ boy to pick up some ‘disgusting’ fast food. The boy and two other cretinous pupils had been throwing the ersatz food at each other, and some of it had landed at Dalrymple’s feet.

Dalrymple’s comment:

Nottingham is dreadful beyond all possibility of redemption.

Moreover, thanks to modern architects and town planners, the city

is the visual equivalent of white noise, with buildings of such monstrous ugliness that they are a form of visual torture. Of course, corrupt and stupid councillors are to blame, but it is too late for recrimination.

Visual torture: the carbuncular, monstrously ugly amenities building of Nottingham university's Jubilee campus

Visual torture: the monstrously carbuncular amenities building of Nottingham university’s Jubilee campus

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Visual torture

Postcards from Alès

Dalrymple mourns the medieval city of Alès (formerly Alais), 25 miles from his home

Dalrymple mourns the old Gard city of Alès (formerly Alais), 25 miles from his home

The medieval city of Alais has been destroyed, Dalrymple points out. Mass housing 'of hideous inhumanity' has been substituted, 'on the orders of the communist city council'

The Marxist desecrators: Dalrymple explains that mediæval Alais is gone forever, demolished by the communist local authorities, which substituted inhumane Ceauşescu-style mass housing