Since his death in 1974, alone in Pennsylvania Station, his body unidentified for several days, the stature of architect Louis Kahn has grown. His Yale Center for British Art, which opened later that year, was widely acclaimed as one of the most beautiful museums in the world. My Architect, the award-winning 2003 documentary by his son, exposed Kahn's complicated personal life, but also increased awareness of his grand public buildings in America and Bangladesh. And last year, his Four Freedoms Park, which he completed drawings for shortly before his death, finally opened after a four-decade delay.
Kahn was never as eloquent as many of his peers, and his disheveled, shambling demeanor lost him more than one commission (Jacqueline Kennedy, after paying his Philadelphia office a visit, proceeded to select the…
