A Miscellany of Despair

National Maritime Museum, GreenwichAs mentioned elsewhere, we’ve recently got back from Prague, and, whilst there, we stumbled across the Franz Kafka museum. It’s a decent enough collection – though the confusing layout, perplexing explanatory texts and bewilderingly bureaucratic ticketing system (you need to apply three days in advance in triplicate and then hand your forms in to a man in a black suit sitting in a windowless office in the basement who puts them in a grey cardboard box and directs you to a short flight of unlit stairs hidden behind a door marked Legal Inquisitors Only) did leave us feeling vaguely persecuted – and it might also, it now strikes me, have been the inspiration for the new Sammy Ofer Wing at the National Maritime Museum.

One of the more baffling things about the NMM, of course, has always been why anyone would go there, given it doesn’t have anything in it. Upstairs, for instance, seems to consist entirely of a branch of Paul and a boundless expanse of open floor. In my more generous moments, I’ve sometimes wondered whether this is an attempt to make us contemplate the loneliness and solitude of nautical life – the infinite horizons, the silence of the sea – by juxtaposing uninterrupted emptiness with overpriced almond croissants and lukewarm cappuccino. Otherwise, I’m more inclined to think that they had no money for actual ships.

Which is why news that the gallery was actually being extended, courtesy of Sammy Ofer’s millions, seemed extraordinary: what on earth were they going to put in all the extra space?

The answer, it now turns out, was simple: space. Because, taking inspiration I’m sure from Mr Kafka, what we have here in Greenwich is a museum dedicated to nothing less than the hopeless absurdity of modern life; to alienation, nihilism, and nothingness. Witness, for instance, these two glazed chambers, protruding from the promenade above the park: room-sized display cases that display nothing, whilst anyone inside, gazing out at a world they cannot touch, is trapped like some giant insect in a block of perspex resin. Who, coming across these austere vitrines, could fail to be filled with terror and dread? Or be suddenly reminded of the inescapable void at the heart of all our lives, and of the pointlessness of existence itself?

Our so-called “National Maritime Museum” is, in short, nothing less than an exposition of existential angst – a gallery of nothingness, a miscellany of despair.

“But why,” I hear you cry, “but why? Why would they do that?”

Well, presumably the marketing people have their eye firmly on the gangs of sulky French teenagers trudging up and down to the observatory. They’re not fools, you know, and these kids have money.

National Maritime Museum, Greenwich

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3 Comments on “A Miscellany of Despair”

  1. it’s what Sammy would’ve wanted – anybody living in tax exile in yacht drenched Monaco probably yearns for wide open spaces with not a even a rowing boat sullying the view

  2. Debs says:

    Beautiful photographs.


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