Sunday, 28 April 2013

English English v American English

Last week I was preparing our latest temporary exhibition which commemorates the start of the War of 1812 between the USA and the British Empire. I have to admit I'm a bit behind with my exhibition timetable but luckily the trustees haven't noticed yet. However, I confidently expect to have my WWI centenary exhibition up in time (it did start on 11 November 1914 didn't it?).

Anyway my plan was to celebrate the involvement of Unreason resident George Washington in the war. Obviously not THE George Washington, but OUR George Washington, a local accountant who never left the village for the duration of the war and who died in 1815 following a bizarre gardening accident. I have high hopes for attracting confused Americans who might end up here rather than Virginia.

One must remember the watchword of museum display is AUTHENTICITY. Once you have managed to fake that convincingly then the exhibition possibilities are endless.

This brings me to the nub of this week's blog. Why is American English different from English English. Clearly we English invented the language (by way of the Romans, Germans, Celts, Indians etc. but we don't let that get in the way of this arrogant assumption). The Americans respond by observing that their accent and words are more authentic to the way English was spoken in the Seventeenth and Eighteenth Centuries (awesome dudes!).

Academics spout well researched nonsense on the subject and bigots spout emotional nonsense in blog comments sections on the subject. BUT, I will give you the truth and it relates directly to the outbreak of the War of 1812. I discovered an AUTHENTIC diary by the Earl of Oxford giving a blow by blow account of the World Scrabble Championships of 1812.

The final that year was between the Earl of Oxford of Britain and Noah Webster of the USA. It was hoped that this would cement cordial relationships following the unfortunate kerfuffle between the two nations at the end of the previous century. Instead it led to war.

A tight match was characterised by excessive cheating by the American, and entirely reasonable re-interpretation of the rules by the Earl of Oxford (because an Englishman never cheats).

Relations began to sour in round 5 when the Earl of Oxford used autumn for 8 points getting to a double word score for 16 points. He described it as the season between summer and winter. Webster objected to the use of the word as 'fall' was the accepted English term for the season. Also it was just a misspelled French word and therefore against the rules. Oxford said it was old English autumpne and as the England was the older country anyway he should allowed to use it.

Round 6 saw Oxford looking to get rid of a spare 'u' put down the word 'colour'. Webster said it was a misspelling. The Earl asked Webster to prove it. Webster asked for a dictionary, at which point the Earl produced the 'Oxford English Dictionary'. Webster objected that it was handwritten on the back of a restaurant menu, but had to admit that the twelve words on the pamphlet included colour, flavour and saviour.

Relations began to break down further  in round 7 when Webster went for a 29 point scoring sympathize Oxford objected to the 'z',

      "But we always spell it that way - oh and by the way it's pronounced zee" was the unreasonable reply.

      "Show me",  said the Earl. At which point 'Webster's Dictionary' was produced.

     "But it's the 'Oxford English Dictionary' with the words 'Oxford English' crossed out and the word 'Webster' added and where have all the 'z's come from...and where have all the 'u''s gone?" 

        "Revised and Updated Edition" was the only reply he received.

Round 8 was the last straw. The Earl needed to get a triple word score to win and put down aluminium. Webster exploded.

     "It's aluminum! You've slipped that extra 'i' just to get to the triple'"

     "I think if you refer the Oxford English Dictionary Revised Updated and Improved Edition, you will find the correct spelling."

      "That's even more blatant cheating than I've managed!!!" Noah exclaimed

      "No-one calls an Englishman a cheat and gets away with it! This means war!" was the Earl's understandably appropriate reaction.

Thus the modern world was born and American's and the British have been at loggerheads over their shared language ever since. Although in the end Webster had the last laugh. He got his dictionary properly printed in 1828 but the Earl of Oxford did not live to see his dictionary produced in 1895 (the senile old man had made a point of being buried in an aluminium coffin).

The full story can be found at the Museum of Unreason temporary exhibition space until November 2014. On display will be:

  • The original plastic scrabble pieces from the game. 
  • The Earl of Oxford's diary.
  • The first handwritten Oxford and Webster dictionaries,
  • and George Washington's lawnmower.

The themes on the interpretive panels will:

  • explain how all foreigners are cheats
  • how all Englishmen are not cheats just misunderstood. 
  • the importance of George Washington to American gardening (with particular reference to the severe pruning of trees)

See you in Unreason soon.


Monday, 22 April 2013

Death to Museums

In my continued search for sustainability for my independent museum, my eye was caught by a small article in the UK's quality paper of record (the Daily Mail). It confidently stated that Venezuela's (ex) President Hugo Chavez is to be preserved in a glass case in a museum.

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2290032/Hugo-Chavezs-body-preserved-forever-displayed-inside-glass-tomb-museum.html

This revelation was closely followed by the death of our own beloved leader Margaret Thatcher. I feel it is no exaggeration to say that she was the only truly remarkably wonderfully wonderful Prime Minister the UK has ever had (which reminds me - I wonder why I never got that job at the National Mining Museum, or the National Museum of Scotland, or the People's Museum in Manchester).

The missed opportunity for the struggling Grantham Museum to have Mrs. T. lie in state was forgivable as we do not yet have a tradition of pickling our leaders for public consumption. For the sake of museum sustainability THIS HAS TO CHANGE.

We can start with leaders. I don't suppose the Cromwell Museum in Huntingdon will want the former Prime Minister John Major, but the Farmland Museum and Denny Abbey isn't far away from his constituency. I suggest they send a letter to Mr. Major before before too long asking that he donate his body to the museum. I think a firm promise that he won't form part of the handling collection will be important. But as we as a profession move from glass cases to 'fun interactive experiences' we may need bodies to fill up the redundant receptacles.

Once the precedent has been set
Tony Blair can gently rot in the Peace Museum in Bradford.
Gordon Brown can inflict his deathly smile in the Museum of Economics in Mexico City.
David Cameron may find a spot in the Museum of Hell in Singapore
Nick Clegg perhaps will fit nicely into the Silly Museum in Slovenia.
Feel free to suggestion where Ed Milliband might go when he dies (or would anyone notice?)

It is but a short and unreasonable step for museums to become the home for dead scientists and celebrities (although trying to find an elderly male celebrity that isn't a suspected paedophile is a tricky task nowadays). Surely the Natural History Museum has got to get David Attenborough, The Science Museum should get Stephen Hawking, The V&A Victoria Beckham and Albert Finney?

Someone has got to get the process started so the Museum of Unreason will be formally writing to  Mel Gibson and Britney Spears as the highest profile personalities that would fit into our display ethos. I'm sure I can keep them in the freezer at home until I get the lottery funding for our new Gallery of Unreason. This will give our little museum an instant international profile. Just think of the secondary spend on 'They may take our knives,  but they'll never take our teaspoons' Braveheart souvenir tea towels (at least that was what I heard when watching the film during a severe bout of tinnitus). or  "Hit me baby one more time' boxing gloves in his and her sizes.

So when people ask me what is the future of museums? I say death.