Sebald writes (in the “Ambros Adelwarth” story of “The Emigrants”) of the Grand Hotel at Deauville, far gone from its glory days, where the elderly denizens sleep-walk their way around the gradually collapsing hotel.
What is the/Sebald’s /my fascination with these emblems of decay and decrepitude?They are not JUST remnants of capitalism, superceded by the new(like Lewis’s). They also have an AESTHETIC, eerie beauty and are symbolic of HUMAN mortality.
They inhabit the liminal area between the living and dead, expressed psychogeographically or as the pathetic fallacy, even anthropomorphically; they haunt my mind, as they obviously did Sebald’s and others’.
Sebald’s influence on photographs/images of this ilk is momentous… see “Searching for Sebald”(ed Patt,2007)