Following the death of a renowned and eccentric collector--the author of
Stuff, a seminal philosophical work on the art of accumulation--the
fate of the privately endowed museum he cherished falls to a peripatetic
stranger who had been his fervent admirer. In his new role as caretaker
of The Society for the Preservation of the Legacy of Dr. Charles Morgan,
this restive man, in service to an absent master, at last finds his
calling. The peculiar institution over which he presides is dedicated to
the annihilation of hierarchy: peerless antiquities commune happily with
the ignored, the discarded, the undervalued and the valueless. What
transpires as the caretaker assumes dominion over this reliquary of
voiceless objects and over its visitors is told in a manner at once
obsessive and matter-of-fact, and in language both cocooning and
expansive. A wry and haunting tale, The Caretaker, like the
interplanetary crystal that is one of the museum's treasures, is rare,
glistening, and of a compacted inwardness.
Kafka or Shirley Jackson may come to mind, and The Caretaker may
conjure up various genres--parables, ghost stories, locked-room
mysteries--but Doon Arbus draws her phosphorescent water from no other
writer's well.