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Martin Filler
Alvar Aalto’s Villa Mairea (Flickr/08 ROTCH simoneau)
Although Alvar Aalto first won worldwide attention in the early 1930s as a leading exponent of the International Style—a reductive form of modern architecture proposed as equally applicable anywhere on the planet—his more expressive, site-specific work from the mid-Thirties onward marked him as a regional designer in the best sense, and the quintessential Finnish master builder. In 1989, however, thirteen years after Aalto’s death, his friend and official biographer Göran Schildt revealed Aalto’s rollicking 1943 junket to Germany at the invitation of Albert Speer, Hitler’s court architect-turned-munitions chief, to inspect construction there just as the Final Solution shifted into overdrive. Schildt’s tragicomic account reads like a plot outline for The Three Stooges Go to Hell.
Kevin Barry nails the abject horror and unremitting absurdity of provincial Irish life in his story The Fjord of Killary, which appeared in a recent New Yorker.
Saw Franco Rosso’s 1980 British classic last weekend. Have been trying to beg, borrow or steal the soundtrack all week, but will just have to wait out my Amazon.co.uk delivery.

Nice obituary of the wonderful English designer, who died a few days ago at the age of 93. I was particularly heartened to hear that her and Robin, her husband and design partner, were more than happy for their products to be mass market, that ‘nothing was too good for ordinary people’. I have a recent Virago reissue of Muriel Spark’s A Far Cry from Kensington covered in a repro of Calyx (the above design), in grey; it’s occupying pride of place on my dresser.
