The Timeless Way of Building is a challenging book on many levels. It is intellectually challenging, as it is bound not by strict logic, but also by intuition and observation; it is personally challenging, as it encourages us to shrug off our methodologies and systems in favor of a quality of architecture and design that is ultimately unnameable; it is economically challenging, because it calls into question the very existence of specialist jobs in urban planning and city design; and it is socially challenging, as it calls into our minds an uncomfortable fact that we all know: many of our buildings, neighborhoods, and cities feel dead. They drain us. They are loud, uncomfortable, smelly, ill-conceived, dirty: made for mindless consumers, but not for humanity. Perhaps most damning of all though, is its insistence on a common aesthetic that underlies all of human art and well-being - and the corollary proposition that most modern artists and architects are so ego-driven and selfish as to be destructive of human health and wholeness. One need only to look at the Royal Ontario Museum to know how deep this problem runs.
Something particularly interesting is the presence of Daoist thought in Alexander's theory. From The Quality Without a Name to the reliance upon shedding form to get at inner force, passages from the Dao de Jing are perfectly at home within this "system". But whereas Daoism strikes at our ethical heart, illuminating the fact that sometimes our moral systems can cloud our judgment and cause us to act in inhumane ways, this book focuses on aesthetic claims. As a parallel, we have an inborn sense of what is beautiful, or what moves us, or where we feel at home, but over time our systems and traditions have occluded this childlike knowledge. The foundation has been utterly covered by academic jargon and egoistic dross. There is definitely some truth to this claim, although there are also problems that invariably arise. The chief issue is that, because this quality is nameless (and even though we can form patterns and disciplines from it), it is exceedingly difficult to judge when it is or is not embodied. This is not a problem with the system per se; rather, it is me simply being skeptical of whether or not humans can achieve this in a modern world that is so far separated from the traditional building systems of peoples long past.
It strikes me as possible to have a people all firmly ensconced in one tradition of building in full adherence of Alexander's Timeless Way; each villager knows what form this post should take, or how thick the walls should be, or of what material and pattern the roof should consist. But, in a world dominated by myriad schools, traditions, and forms, we have lost our common language of architecture. A walk through any Western university will show buildings ranging from the Collegiate Gothic to the Brutal, and running the entire gamut in between. And there is no such unity on a campus like that. People that preside over universities are betraying part of their charge when they allow their intellectual space to be marred by internal inconsistencies and warring styles. This is made even worse, though, as many (post-)modernists believe that all taste is but preference, and that all buildings are equally alive or equally dead. And many just imagine them dead - hollow shells built by humanity to house us, but not to transform us or encourage us toward growth.
As should be obvious, the book is quite odd; its thesis is odder. But, I am rather in love with how the book is written, as well as the vision to which it speaks. Our world is the poorer for our current artistic trends, and our intellects have, for too long, been battered by the nihilism and relativism of a society unmoored by the wars and academic trends of the twentieth century. This book is a partial antidote (but not a panacea) to many of our problems, and thank goodness for that.