Friday 19 February 2016

A Perilous Visit to the British Library

The largest library in the world.
I went once again to the British Library today.  It used to occupy the great domed Reading Room at the centre of the British Museum but in 1997 it moved into its own purpose-built premises on the north side of London's Euston Road.  With St Pancras and King's Cross railway stations just to the east and Euston station to the west, I suppose I can be forgiven for thinking that the British Library looks like a station awaiting a train.  As the mood and the weather takes me, it can also remind me of an incinerator.

Nevertheless, inside it is a surprisingly congenial place and my experiences have always been good.  The largest public building constructed in Britain during the twentieth century and the largest library in the world (over 170 million items in its catalogue), it manages to be marvellously user friendly, with an excellent online catalogue for use from afar and within, and a knowledgable, patient and helpful staff. 

Slippery approach.
But I am puzzled by the architect who devised what is sometimes called the concourse (that railway image again) or in a Florentine mood called the piazza.  And who also devised the steps leading out from the Library onto the concourse-piazza.

It sometimes gets wet in London.  On such occasions the piazza
has been designed to cause you harm.
The Library itself is built almost entirely of brick and this suits our climate.  London can be a cloudy place and liable to showers of rain.  Brick works very well in such weather; on external walls its colours and texture play nicely in sun and shadow and wet (which concrete does not), while underfoot it does the same and also offers grip.

The mysery steps. Are they there or not?
Yet it is precisely in the piazza that the brick is interrupted by patterns of smooth marble-like stone which is very slippery in the wet.

I noticed this in the rain some while ago and now I see that the British Library has noticed it too.  They have had to put up signs everywhere warning that by walking across the piazza you are liable to slip, fall down, break a leg, crack your head open, or whatever, thanks to the thoughtlessness of the architects of the British Library.

Alice in Wonderland.
But is it just thoughtlessness or also a clever sort of stupidity that has designed the steps running from the entrance of the Library in such a way that you are not sure if there are any steps at all leading to the piazza? As the entire piazza is criss-crossed with white marble strips, so the steps, which mimic the pattern, fail to stand out.  You never really know if your next step will be on the level or a drop, nor what the extent of the drop might be.

The British Library has woken up to this problem as well and has erected signs all along the width of the steps warning people that they are there.

Imagine being the architect of a building whose piazza and entrance steps are so disfunctional that merely to walk upon their surfaces is dangerous and requires repeated warnings printed on bright yellow signs. Just the sort of architect, I guess, who would design the greatest Library in the world to look like an incinerator for burning books.

Walking on the slippery white stone bands.

Staying on the brick.

A risky diagonal manoeuvre.

Gliding across the piazza.