Tuesday, January 27, 2009

"Here at the Historical Society" by Steven Millhauser

It was good to finally meet everyone yesterday!

Our first set of readings and conversation kept bringing to mind Steven Millhauser's short story "Here at the Historical Society." The story is written as a sort of public letter defending the work of a fictitious Historical Society and, at first, the story is quite absurd. The narrator/letter writer establishes the Historical Society as a bizarrely micro-oriented institution engaged in preserving and documenting minutiae from the "New Past"--or, the present--as it ticks by from moment to moment. The Historical Society curators work tirelessly to gather and exhibit the plastic bags from morning newspapers, cellophane, candy wrappers, rubber bands and all kinds of seemingly mundane detritus from our daily lives.

But then there's a beautiful tone shift in the story, and what we at first encounter as silly, absurd, perhaps even satirical, grows into something else. When the story turns, we see that the obsession with the mundane is really a kind of praise or exaltation. I'm happy to bring copies of the story if anyone's interested.

- Esme

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