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May 30, 2012
"I want this arrogant little personage. Does he remind me of myself? Or is there something universal in his attitude? Well, it doesn't matter, he's coming home with me."
Right from the opening page, in Evan Connell Jr's novel, “The Connoisseur,” a man, Muhlbach, gazing into the soul of a small Pre-Columbian figure, begins his descent into madness.
I thought about the book recently, when I read a New York Times article about a daughter who inherited 7 decades of artifacts from her father, Dr. John Lattimer.
Among the items:
A severed appendage that may or may not have belonged to Napoleon Bonaparte, (come to think of it, the good doctor was a urologist), Lincoln's blood stained collar he wore on that fateful night, and Hermann Göring's boxer shorts.
So why do seemingly normal people amass this stuff?
Ryerson University Psychology Prof. Gordon Emslie says it's an obsessive compulsive personality disorder.
According to Freud, who collected parts of mummy cases, it's about potty training.
Clearly I needed more answers.
Since a recent survey said 70 percent of all Brits are collectors, Professor Susan Pearce, a professor of Museum Studies at the University of Leicester, seemed a logical choice.
“The desire to collect is not surprising, considering our history as hunters and gatherers.“
Maybe that explains it.
Men and women collect differently, by the way.
Women, generally, collect things that reflect their own personality. And they arrange them to make a house warm and cozy.
Men, on the other hand, are often more secretive. And, as you can tell from Dr. Lattimer’s collection, that might be a good idea.
So what stirs your passions?
I can’t wait to collect all your answers.