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as it was being built and wrote it off as dull<br />
work of architecture, cheapened by the intense<br />
reflectivity of the glass. But suddenly, on<br />
completion, it has emerged as something rather<br />
different. It’s restrained, in a Japanese way, and<br />
not boring at all. Off the white marble lobby is a<br />
trio of elevator corridors, each lined with shiny<br />
brown African anigre wood, each culminating<br />
in a video installation—wind, trees, sky—<br />
accompanied by a Philip Glass composition.<br />
From the higher floors, the views south and<br />
west are astounding, and from the 57th-floor<br />
terrace, 1 WTC looks somewhat as its various<br />
architects imagined—slender and angular—<br />
rather than the clunky, value-engineered<br />
bunker you currently see at street level. And<br />
the effect of the façade mirroring the sky on a<br />
sunny day is positively cinematic.<br />
While I’ve come to admire 4 WTC, my<br />
misgivings about the memorial have only<br />
intensified since its completion. Maybe this<br />
is because the one piece of Libeskind’s plan<br />
that always resonated with me was his vision<br />
of the slurry wall as heroic object. Originally<br />
built to keep the Hudson River out of the Twin<br />
Towers’ excavation site, the wall was, after<br />
all, the last remaining artifact that conveyed<br />
any of the monumental nature of the old WTC.<br />
Although the towers fell, the slurry wall stood,<br />
and prevented the river from inundating Lower<br />
Manhattan. Libeskind’s winning proposal for<br />
the site was built around the wall’s symbolic<br />
beauty. His drawings showed a series of towers,<br />
stair-stepped in height and arranged around a<br />
greensward, sheltered by the top 30 feet of what<br />
could have become New York’s Wailing Wall.<br />
But, of course, a memorial in which you<br />
could see the slurry wall would have to be set<br />
below grade, and the site’s nearest residential<br />
neighbors, the good people of Battery Park City,<br />
rebelled against the idea: too sad, too much of<br />
an impediment to their ability to cut across the<br />
site on their way to work. (I can’t imagine that<br />
the site’s commercial interests warmed to a<br />
depressed memorial, either.) And so Libeskind’s<br />
most powerful concept evaporated, replaced by<br />
Michael Arad, AIA’s massive, square fountains.<br />
In theory, I like Arad’s idea of commemorating<br />
the two footprints, but there’s something<br />
about the execution, particularly the way the<br />
fountains are framed by heavy ribbons of<br />
bronze into which the names of those who died<br />
on Sept. 11 have been inscribed, that feels wrong<br />
to me. The memorial’s aesthetic reads like a<br />
rebuke of the deceptive lightness of Minoru<br />
Yamasaki’s vision.<br />
And it strikes me as almost immoral that,<br />
above ground at the memorial, there is nothing<br />
left of the old WTC except for a single tree, a<br />
callery pear pulled from the rubble, replanted,<br />
and named the Survivor Tree. Visitors, hungry<br />
for some connection to what was once there,<br />
crowd around the tree and take pictures.<br />
MANY VISITORS to the memorial, myself<br />
among them, used to press their noses to the<br />
glass of Snøhetta’s asymmetrical entry pavilion,<br />
completed years before the National September 11<br />
Memorial & Museum opened its doors in May,<br />
to see the remnant of the WTC visible within, a<br />
pair of the complex’s familiar steel tridents. So<br />
it was exciting to finally go inside and see the<br />
tridents accompanied with a large photo that<br />
showed them in context at the base of the Twin<br />
Towers.<br />
Much has been made of the museum’s<br />
gaffes–appalling products on sale at the gift<br />
shop (the cheese board!), a capsule history of<br />
Jihad that some Muslims found offensive—but<br />
in truth, the museum does what it’s supposed<br />
to do, diligently and surprisingly well, with<br />
a level of detail so conscientious that it’s<br />
overwhelming. What I realized as I made my<br />
way through the multimedia re-creation of<br />
Sept. 11 is that most events of great historic<br />
significance are far enough in the past that<br />
the amount of related ephemera has been<br />
winnowed by time. Not so Sept. 11. It seems<br />
like the museum has every sad missing poster,<br />
every victims’ artifact, and countless objects<br />
like dry cleaner hangers commemorating the<br />
first responders. There is simply too much.<br />
The onslaught, after a while, is numbing.<br />
Some aspects of the panoramic<br />
documentation of that day are genuinely<br />
stunning. There are alcoves where you can sit<br />
down and listen to first-person accounts from<br />
people who were in the towers, with schematic<br />
diagrams pinpointing their locations. The<br />
simple graphics and the fact that you actually<br />
have to stop and focus on one story at a time<br />
makes these displays unusually powerful.<br />
Aside from Snøhetta’s crystalline pavilion,<br />
the impact of which is undermined by the<br />
airport-style security maze you must negotiate<br />
to get inside, the museum has two defining<br />
architectural gestures. Davis Brody Bond<br />
(DBB), the firm that designed the underground<br />
portion of the building, created a series of<br />
ramps that lead you downward, 70 feet into<br />
the earth, to the spots where the old towers<br />
met bedrock. Access to bedrock is, in fact, one<br />
of the highlights of the museum. The bases of<br />
the buildings’ box beams and other elements<br />
of the foundations are treated as if they were<br />
archaeological finds, remnants of some lost<br />
civilization—which, arguably, they are.<br />
But DBB’s best architectural moment is<br />
what’s known as the Foundation Hall. It is<br />
a compelling open space, where Libeskind’s<br />
68-foot-tall slurry wall actually fulfils its<br />
symbolic destiny. At first, you see the wall,