(WHOA. Says here on Amazon it’s a collectible! Only two copies available, one of which sells for more than $200! The second asks almost $500! Hell – how do I sell my copy? In ‘thesda that’s one excellent dinner out for one.) The meeting concluded with a manifesto, signed by many of the participants, calling for the reconstruction of the Roman colosseum, along with much else of ancient Rome. Once rebuilt, these sites would assimilate into the modern city — they would be libraries, supermarkets, courts, cafes.
Leon Krier loves the idea, feeling only “sad and frustrated” when looking at “expensive to keep up” ruins. “Ruins mean nothing.” O.M. Ungers disagrees and alludes to “memory … romance … [the colosseum’s] patina, its aspect of time,” the continuity of that particular auratic history-charged object over centuries. I.e., ruins of many kinds mean a whole lot to many of us, and the colosseum arguably sits at the top of the world’s ruin-lists.
Of course most people are scandalized by this very idea. You will notice nothing’s come of it.
And indeed the very latest, far more modest, repurposing of the structure also has much of Rome colossally pissed: The city’s agreed to let Airbnb rent out the place to customers who want to pretend to be gladiators in the colosseum: Check-in’s 9 PM; must check out by 1 AM. Details.