“The house of glass was suddenly all solid walls”. “I dreamed the building was sealed, there were no doors, no windows, no way in or out, nothing to knock, nothing to ring, nothing to bang against,” she says. As a matter of fact, she remembers when, as a child, she fell down a well…īefore leaving for work, in the morning, she recalls a dream: Walls are not inanimate: they stand, move and collapse they haunt the woman: in her mind they can shape oppression and violence. In the tale, architecture is a metaphysical presence, a living subject that breaths and communicates. Yet, the story is eerily magic, as if magic realism met Alice Munro’s economy of style. She is the one you want to call when there is a problem to solve-cracking, sinking, the seemingly inexplicable. Often called upon as an expert witness she is known as “X-ray specs” for her ability to read the inanimate, to intuit what transformed it, to find the otherwise invisible marks of what happened and why. Homes‘s short story “ The Weather Outside Is Sunny and Bright“: the protagonist visits her Alzheimer’s mother, takes a bath, exercises her supernatural powers while working:Īrchitectural forensics is her field-why buildings do what they do.
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