What I really liked the most about the Vietnam Veterans exhibit at the Brooklyn Historical Society was how much time it required a visitor devote to learning about the experience of the Vietnam War—which was a great deal of time for a public display in a museum setting. I’ve been torn over what I like about museums and what I don’t. I was especially happy when I found the article “Why Museums Make Me Sad” by James Boon in Exhibiting Cultures: The Poetics and Politics of Museum Display because it was partly in agreement with my feeling that to edit so many stories or so many events or so many artifacts into a small representative sample was really a tragedy in its own way. I suppose Boon had a slightly different argument than mine, but I agree with him in the sense that a museum is both an ideal and a complicated place to learn history.
I visited the Merchant’s House Museum in September to see their exhibit on Mourning in the Civil War Era, which was a recreation of the mourning traditions of the 1860s—when The Merchant himself died. The museum had a coffin in the parlor, gauze over the mirrors, low lights in the chandelier, and—most eerily—a wax figure in the bed of the upstairs bedroom. This was all somewhere between fascinating and hokey. But I spoke to the woman working at the museum and she told me a
few more facts about mourning practices in that era: clocks were stopped when a person died and not rewound until their body left the house; straw was spread on the street in front of a house where a person had died in order to quiet the noise from carriages and horse hooves on cobblestones; lilies were used during the wake to cover the smell of the body. She also explained that mirrors were covered in order to keep people from looking at themselves—if they expressed that order of vanity during such a solemn event, the recently deceased would notice and be sure to chastise them.
But I guess the relevant part of my visit to the Merchant’s House Museum related to the way that they presented the information that was contained in the house, and the way that they attempted to teach history through the site itself and the artifacts that it contained. When I entered the museum, I was given a binder of information and was instructed to go outside to the garden and read through some introductory information before I began my self-guided tour. So the first part of my experience was spent wandering around a garden and reading—I can’t really complain about that. The instructions in the binder then guided me back into the house through the entrance by the kitchen, and I was further instructed on the details of each room; which items were original to the house and which were authentic pieces that had been brought in more recently to replicate what had likely been present; how the furniture had been arranged and why and how its arrangement was known; what likely occurred in each room and how time was spent there—facts that were often ascertained by letters or diaries of the house’s residents, and then cited in the information packet.
Part of what I liked so much about the way information was presented there was that it was entirely up to me how much of the information I wanted to take in. I also liked that I interacted with the space, the artifacts, and the information pertaining to those things by myself because my attention was more focused than if I was with a group and a guide. It felt a little bit like detective work, or uncovering some dusty letters that told, in their entirety, the story of living in this place.
What I had thought was problematic about learning in this kind of way was that it overestimated the attention span or the commitment of the visitor to learning, or that it was basically a turn-off to find out that there was an “assignment” or duty of the visitor to be responsible for knowing certain facts before exploring the museum. But I suppose that this is how museums work: there is a certain contract to learn and to instruct. Asking a visitor to take in a lot of information (and therefore, learn) is, theoretically, what the visitor should want.
The full-body presence of the veterans in the Oral History Exhibition Hall was, I think, a way to suggest that visitors fulfill this sort of obligation to learn from an instructive space; to neglect to listen to any one of their stories was to fail to face that person, who was one of a group in a room and who had information to share that made him or her distinct from the others who were gathered in this place. I want to say that the recorded stories of the veterans included in the exhibit should have been enough, and that a full image of the speaker wasn’t necessary—but I only want to say that because I don’t think it will always be possible or even appropriate to include such an image with every exhibited voice. I also want people’s voices to stand on their own without any overt attempt to glorify their image or require that their speech in the language of art museums and cultural institutions. Does the voice make the cultural institution more accessible, or does the cultural institution raise the voice to an inaccessible status?
Perhaps the demand of time required to listen to oral histories, and how long people will devote to listening (and thus, how thoroughly interviews must be edited and whittled down from their original complexity), could be addressed by having exhibits that utilize oral history in public spaces where people can come and go freely and perhaps revisit. If there were story stations at places in a public park, for example, people could listen while they ate lunch, and then return to that place later and listen to more, or to other stories.
I guess the thing that I can’t help but think about, though, is that all of these experiences—listening alone, reading alone, exploring alone—are so isolating. Or maybe it’s that they’re intimate. I guess I could not really know each of my friends without spending time alone with each of them, away from other friends. What I do with a group of people is one thing, but what I do with one person is entirely another, and both of those sorts of scenarios are necessary to learning. So maybe it’s not too terrible to ask people to involve themselves in this isolating-intimate experience with a stranger or with strange artifacts, because it’s only through closeness (if not—yikes—immersion) that I or anyone else can know anything.
Regardless, I really appreciated the opportunity to talk about exhibit design at the Brooklyn Historical Society. There are so many fascinating decisions involved in matching the material to its ideal form for presentation. A friend of mine is a Creative Technologist at Local Projects, the firm who designed the Vietnam Veterans exhibit. I’m excited to think about what he and I might work on together, and how I can work with him to understand sound in public spaces, as well as museum exhibits.