On Museums & The Shoe
Museums always overwhelm me. There’s often so much stuff, I can’t get past the quantity of content and, what’s more, the massive quantity outweighs the value of each item for me. I remember first feeling this way when I visited the Imperial Treasury Museum in Vienna. The room at the entrance there had diamonds and rubies and emeralds and sapphires, and it was really cool. But then, the second chamber had diamonds and rubies and emeralds too, and the third one had tonnes of gold and silver, so much so that all that treasure actually felt commonplace and boring very quickly. I would love to have for myself, at home, any one of the samples of whatever artifact or item a museum displays. But to see so many things at once I find off-putting and distracting.
And then, who has the time and patience to go through each of the items and displays anyway? Another thing which really bothers me – and this is something I have come across in many places in America – is the prevalence of dumbed-down explanations. Of course, each item is probably worth a tome in itself, so no few paragraphs could really justify it, but, with displays going the other extreme, I have felt my intelligence insulted at times. In the same breath let me say that my favourite museum experience was in the States as well, at the Masonic memorial to George Washington in Alexandria, Virginia, right by DC. Small, short and sweet. There is always a guide, the tour lasts about an hour, and one gets to learn much about George Washington and Freemasonry, presented in a no-nonsense way. Nothing super technical, nor overly simplified reading material in large print. Straightforward, leaving one with the feeling that one could not have gotten anything particularly more out of the experience. I’ve been twice.
I went to see the shoe recently. What is “the shoe”? Much as referring to “the queen”, in a lot of the English-speaking world anyway, almost immediately implies the one at Buckingham Palace, in the Armenian world the definite article with that definite piece of footwear has been referring to one and only one shoe for the past month and more. It is over five thousand years old, and was discovered in an archaeological dig at a cave in Armenia. It made headlines all over the place and has been designated “the oldest shoe in the world”. Now, dealing in shoes is sort of a traditional Armenian line of work, my own grandfather and great-grandfather included in the ranks of Armenian craftsmen of that variety, so this discovery seemed rather apt. Apart from that more romantic connection, the technical stuff, the form of the shoe, for example – an enclosed, laced leather case, rather like a moccasin – is of genuine scientific and historical value as the earliest such specimen yet discovered.
The shoe is on display at Armenia’s National Museum, right on Republic Square in the heart of the capital, Yerevan. I had been here some years ago but, as I say, I often force myself to visit museums, so I hadn’t been back in a long time. To see the shoe was the big deal and motivating factor to go there now. And, hey, since I would buy the ticket, I might as well see the whole thing, right?
First, the bad stuff. It is not as well-organised a place as it could be. The locations of the galleries are not intuitive, and there is no helpful map or pamphlet to guide the way. It is housed in the same grand structure which also holds the National Gallery, and I can easily imagine a tourist getting confused, wandering from one to the other. There were hardly any plaques or explanatory notes in foreign languages, and the few in English were terribly technical, worded in such a dull manner. Who needs to know about apses and arcs, or the types of wood or clay something is made of, really ? Tell me what it is first of all, in plain English, what it was used for, which famous person might have touched it at some point, interesting things like that.
But there was plenty of really cool stuff too. Although I complain of being overwhelmed, it is in that overwhelming atmosphere that I realise yet again the antiquity and wealth of the history and culture of the Armenian people. Certainly I am aware of all that, but perhaps it takes some overwhelming to truly realise it. Many Armenians are entirely ignorant of their own richness, but I am sure things will come to the fore and be more prominent over time. Nothing is ever lost, I like to believe.
There were two ancient wagons, for example, dug out of burial mounds, alongside ancient sculptures, carvings, pottery, millennia old quite literally, and also… gigantic phallic symbols. Yes, I was so embarrassed. There were five of them – huge, really – and no mistaking what they were, either.
There was one area devoted to maps and the appearance of Armenia on maps from the most ancient times. I love maps, especially old ones. An Armenian researcher has come out with a couple of books specifically on this subject over the past few years, and it is truly fascinating. The oldest map in the world – again, without exaggeration – something out of Mesopotamia, includes Armenia (the only place marked on that map which still exists), along with everything the Greeks and Romans and Arabs and Italians, Dutch, Spaniards, English and Portuguese came up with. Really sweet.
And, no surprise of course, there were items of truly historic significance, like the throne of Catholicos Simeon Yerevantsi, who headed the Armenian Church in the eighteenth century. There were old books, something I like just as much as old maps, a decree of Catherine the Great in establishing the Armenian city of Nor Nakhichevan in Russia, a model of the ruins of Ani, the desk of Hovhannes Katchaznouni, a prime minister of the first Armenian Republic of 1918, old clothes, coins, carpets, and – my favourite, for some reason – everyday items from a century ago, including products with Armenian brands, certificates and diplomas for the same. There was a poster advertising $200,000 worth of bonds for the Armenian Republic in Armenian, Georgian and Russian, doors from Echmiadzin which looked like carpets inlaid with sedef (mother-of-pearl) …
The National Museum in Armenia was really cool, and the whole thing cost only a thousand drams (less than three US dollars). And the shoe? Well, to be honest, I expected something a little bit over-the-top, or at least an extra special corner or podium for it. But no, it was just there, among ancient vessels, by a sacrificial hearth and some weapons perhaps. Rather small (I guess we Armenians have been on the short side for thousands of years, then), in a little glass display. A single shoe, a very singular shoe indeed, just another artifact of an ancient people with ancient feet.
It was all by itself, though, unlike most other shoes, so it felt like there was something missing. Five thousand five hundred years is a long separation for any pair, but it must be especially hard for one’s solemate.
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