In Which A Great Artist Is A Douchebag In Real Life
Tuesday, October 20, 2009 at 8:06PM 
Not Our Architect
by Alex Carnevale
Awesome article by Michael J. Lewis, the noted professor of art history at Williams College, about the biography of Louis Kahn by Carter Wiseman.
Kahn also led a disordered personal life, fathering three children by three women, only one of whom was his wife. The three families were dimly aware of one another; but not until the death of his long-suffering wife were they able to meet. This is what gave My Architect its bittersweet poignancy, as Nathaniel Kahn found in the company of this ad-hoc family and of his father’s friends a surrogate for the attention he never received as a child. Were its subject not so famous (or its maker so forgiving), it might have been titled, Lou Kahn, Deadbeat Dad.
Kahn went to Penn, but lied about his origins quite often.
He was indeed born in 1901, the son of a Jewish paymaster in the czarist army—but not on the Baltic island of Saaremaa as he claimed but in the somewhat less romantic venue of the Latvian mainland. Nor was he born Louis Kahn, but rather Leiser-Itze Schmuilowsky, an evidently embarrassing name, unknown until recently, that was changed in 1915, a decade after the family’s emigration to Philadelphia.Wiseman is also lamentably incurious about the politics of his subject in the highly politicized decade of the Popular Front. Nothing that in 1933 Kahn designed a monument for Vladimir Lenin, which would have loomed over the harbor in Leningrad, he does not observe how assiduously the architect later effaced that item from his resume. (It was unknown to scholars until discussed by me in 1992.)
Lewis is the master of the sweet putdown. He actually likes Kahn's architecture. I sort of do, too, it reminds me of a bathroom I'd really like to deuce in.
We do not see, for example, the great effect of celebrity on Kahn, especially after the appearance of a 1962 monograph on his work by the architectural historian Vincent Scully. Prior to its appearance, he had been careless with his drawings; afterward, he lovingly and self-consciously signed and dated even the most hurried sketch. His prose, already famously tortuous, now reached heights of metaphysical pretense, as when he pronounced to a 1967 audience in Boston that “I sense Light as the giver of all presences, and material as spent Light.”
Exeter library
Lewis' insta-classic survey:
American Art and Architecture.
With others, on the travel sketches of Louis Kahn.
From all evidence, Kahn was a bastard.
By the start of the 1960s, Kahn’s architectural language was fully realized, at which point Beyond Time and Style loses its dramatic momentum. As the works of Kahn’s late maturity follow in train, Wiseman does justice to the convoluted design history of each but the story is much the same: a laborious gestation period as Kahn subjects his designs to revision after revision—a process that continues even after construction has begun, with dire financial consequences. Invariably, and often after the project has already grown disastrously over budget, Kahn’s exasperated clients would assign a manager to rein him in.
Not that Kahn himself made money. To the contrary, he perpetually teetered on the brink of insolvency, and when he died in 1974—in a men’s room at New York’s Pennsylvania Station—his office was for all intents and purposes bankrupt.
Kahn and his son.
This is a familiar meme - douchebag who creates great art. I know Molly doesn't like Death of a Salesman, but I see it as the male Vagina Monologues. After reading Molly's post, I don't ever want to see it staged again. Bob Creeley was a dick for much of his life. Diane Williams is awesome, we can pretty much assume she's killed someone. Raymond Carver was an alcoholic and could be unpleasant.
Architecture is also impossibly male. Putting these buildings up everywhere is the equivalent of a phallus-measuring contest. Can we please tear down some first? I don't like the Ernst & Young building, let's start there.
Why do I feel like I am now going to be on a CIA watchlist? Sigh.
Alex Carnevale is probably the editor of This Recording. He lives on the Upper East Side of Manhattan.
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Michael writes over at Contentions, which takes its name, as I found out by reading Midge Decter's autobiography, An Old Wife's Tale, from her newsletter of the same name.
More on Kahn from MJL.
Lewis on the Washington D.C. mall.
Lewis on Philip Johnson's glass house.
Lewis on Thomas Eakins.
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MJL on Louis Sullivan.
Lewis on the friendship between Frank Lloyd Wright and Lewis Mumford.
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Reader Comments (2)
[...] Louis Kahn: Giant Douchebag Architect [...]
Lou Kahn wrote some of the most beautiful texts and authored some of the most interesting buildings of the 20th century. He also taught many great architects who went on to make great buildings themselves. The fact that his personal life was a mess is not his legacy.
When you are 30 years gone I am sure no one will remember you for calling him a douchebag, or even remember that it was a trendy insult around 2010. They will remember his buildings. You will simply be worm fodder, forgotten along with the masturbatory ruminations of your acid pen.