So before we begin I have a confession which will shock no-one. You see I’m not really that much of a modernist, indeed when it comes to aesthetics I am far closer to the arts and crafts movement of William Morris, the socialist illustrations of Walter Crane or let’s be honest, the general aesthetic of 20 th century left-wing Anglo-Catholicism. (Today being Palm Sunday we walked around the church singing hymns, clergy carrying massive palm branches, the congregation our palm crosses – say what you like about the Scottish Episcopal Church but we know how to combine faith, fun and ritual.) So I’m probably not the natural audience for a treatise on why failed Modernism attempts in the interwar period point to new ways of socialist praxis that can inspire the future. However, I have another confession to make. I really rate Owen Hatherley’s work. His books that describe and critique modern architecture (such as A Guide to the New Ruins of Great Britain and A New Kind of Bleak ) w...
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