A Rabbit in a Surgical Mask
Friday, July 24, 2009
I have always loved museums: It is with a particularly desperate and undoubtedly misplaced nostalgia that I remember the then Natural History Museum’s ‘Museum Club’, where I got behind the scenes museum tours and learnt how to make Rayograms and slept on Navy ships and ventured to Robben Island (this is while it was still a prison) and, even better, my first and only viewing of a corpse; charred and wrapped in bandages at the Albany Museum. Through my family’s dutiful cultural excursions I learnt not only an appreciation of the magic of discovering (almost always beautifully useless) information, but also developed a fetish for the uncanny order that museums impose on their collections, something that is particularly evident in the twisting corridors beyond the public’s eye...
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posted by Robert Sloon at 2:21 PM
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