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The World War II Memorial,
recently unveiled on the Mall in Washington, D.C., embodies
the term neoNeoclassic, neo-Modern,
even neo-Postmodernand inhabits a nether region
in the landscape between the Washington Monument and
the Lincoln Memorial. While its axial placement and
the prominence of its subject called for greatness,
unfortunately the nation has received a compromised
memorial muddled in its architectural language and tamely
settled into the site.
The site is pleasant enough.
On a sunny May day, tourists had already found the Kodak
moments in all the cardinal directions, including a
stunning view out toward the Lincoln Memorial beside
a cascading waterfall. The fountains splashed on cue;
taxicabs disgorged newcomers and a few veterans, who
pointed out the states on the 56 pylons anchoring each
end of the display. The crowds smiled at architect Friedrich
St. Florians design.
It could have been more.
This memorial deserves our scrutiny because it commemorates
the 20th centurys great moral battle for the future
of civilizationa conflict that mobilized worldwide
resources toward a common end and cost millions of lives.
After the human sacrifice, and the lands despoiled,
such events call for majestic resolution. Instead, rather
than represent confrontation, the World War II memorial
resorts to large-scaled, neat symmetries, tying up opposing
forces into a bow and leaving future generations with
no clues to actual events. What a lost opportunity.
The fault partially lies
in confusion of historic precedent and the principles
that underlie historic expression. Its not about
employing Classicism: Builders in Washington have reinterpreted
classicism for more than 200 years, adapting canonical
dictates to era and need. Having chosen a mode, in this
case the ensemble cries for a clear voiceof Baroque
genius, for example. In Berninis hands, human
engagement and triumph might have been rendered by godlike,
overscaled forms rising from the water, or horses thundering
through the spray, all movement, light, action, and
poetry.
Instead, the memorial lacks
authoritative identity. The twin locii of war have been
reduced to opposing pavilions representing the Atlantic
and Pacific theaters, which merely bookend the public
space. Lining the pond, the surrounding pylons seem
likewise devoid of meaning or emotional resonance, merely
listing in a prosaic way the states and territories
involved.
Architectural language appears
to be complicit in this vacuous amalgam. The pavilions
have been reduced to simple masses, reminiscent of Neoclassical
Modernism from the 1930s, devoid of architectural ornament
save naming. The truncated stone pylons have been cut
to accept metal wreaths that hang from each column.
Interwoven between them, a bronze rope by the artist
Ray Kaskey provides ornamental respite from the severity,
finding odd resolution in huge metal sculptures uncomfortably
housed in the twin pavilions at each end. Four eagles
in each pavilion hold a wreath, oppressed by a roof
hovering too close overhead. Rather than triumphant,
these Postmodern national raptors appear caged and cowed.
Although architectural record
criticized the original plans for the World War II Memorial,
the finished project arrives at a moment poignant with
international significance. We reassert that powerful
design can affect the human psyche, reflect our values,
and lift us to remembrance and reflection. Certainly
the Washington Monument, in its sheer scale and unapologetic
geometry, anchors the entire capital. The Lincoln Memorial,
through figurative sculpture and actual words, evokes
nobility of spirit; the Vietnam Memorial, pain through
absence and abstraction. We should have asked for heroism
from the most significant physical artifact poised between
them, the last great monument to be placed on our own
great lawn. Not a neo-memorial.
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