The twin towers, visible from far across the Hudson and East
Rivers, were also the best place to take in the lay of the
land: this photograph (taken from the north tower) shows the
south tower's observation deck overlooking the East River
and Brooklyn.
The WTC commands our thoughtful attention in one other respect besides heartbreak:
the way that buildings in cities become constituent to the psyche. Despite
unloveliness, it's the particularities of use, familiarity, and related
experiential characteristics that usually make people feel strongly about
buildings--and sometimes even love them. They enter one's personal equation.
The WTC's very lack of inspirational architecture in formal terms makes
the personal relationship terms especially clear. (Lincoln Center provides
another New York example.)
The WTC got off to a bad start when the fine old Washington Market
was ripped apart in the 1960s to make way for it, and it was scorned when
bureaus like the Port Authority moved in after private companies at first
wouldn't. But over the years, Lower Manhattan healed and revitalized itself
around the towers. Office scarcity increased desirability. A wholehearted
contribution to growing public goodwill came from the WTC's restaurants
and bars, including Windows on the World, the Greatest Bar on Earth, and
Wild Blue, all up near the top (redone by Hardy Holzman Pfeiffer after the
1993 ground-level bombing), with less expensive cafés below and the
Big Kitchen food court at street level. Battery Park City, the World Financial
Center, and the new Stuyvesant High School were built nearby, and the WTC
started to become the emblem of an admired and lived-in neighborhood. Not
least, it grew to deserve its name, fairly claiming world prominence in
trade and enterprise.
Architecturally it was no better at the end than it had been at the beginning,
but it came to wear a mantle of respect and appreciation that commands recognition.
In his book review, Goldberger brushed aside as "building huggers"
those who treat unremarkable architecture as important because extraneous
events happened there, such as Lincoln's assassination at Ford's Theatre.
But so what? We value everything according to our feelings. With the WTC,
we might be excused for entertaining the building huggers' proposition--if
only the buildings were still there to hug.
For the foreshadowing bomb attack of 1993 the terrorists chose their target
with careful regard to its symbolic significance; and when destruction
came on September 11, 2001, the WTC's authenticity as a powerful symbol
of New York's spirit was everlastingly resolved. The horrific collapse
of 180,000 tons of steel and even more concrete took with it thousands of
lives. Great architecture or not, that violent sacrifice--exacted from
the buildings and people of a peaceful city--transfigured the towers
and exalted them. If we value everything according to our feelings, it seems
certain that the destruction of the World Trade Center will stand in memory
and sorrow alongside the bombing of Dresden and the explosion of the Parthenon.
What it should be replaced with has become the subject of eulogists and
essayists, as well as the current landlord. I believe the replacement should
be neither small monument nor mere real estate but a truly monumental and
memorializing structure. It should be committed to a mixture of human uses,
including commercial offices--because there is nothing profane about
workplaces. Its form might evoke the World Trade Center's transfigurative
history. I see clouds, glitter, and beacons.