The more
I read about Mr. Wilson’s museum, the more wondrous it ends up becoming in my
mind. Wilson truly sounds like a man dedicated to his work simply out of the
love of it, and not for much other reason, although it’s almost kind of humorous
the level of dedication he has considering that as Weschler dug into the
information Wilson displayed in his museum, the more he found out so much of it
was either extremely unknown or even factually wrong, such as in the case of
Griffin, not Griffith. In this way it shows how the secondary research Wilson
displays in his museum can’t actually be trusted, and that in fact Weschler
himself, in his ethnographic investigation into the museum, has become the
investigator of the primary information needed in order to paint a more
accurate picture for the reader. Weschler has become an editor in a sense of Wilson’s
misinformation, correcting what needs to be corrected, and showing the accurate
secondary research that Wilson himself failed to accurately produce. Perhaps
rather than showing the culture of Wilson’s museum, Weschler is trying to show
the culture of misinformation being put out to the public and how he’s trying
to fix it himself. It’s an interesting concept, as it shows how one can present
new information from things that were previously already known. In Wilson’s
inability to produce accurate secondary research, Weschler has taken up the
responsibility of redoing it for him and publishing it in this book.
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