Following the death of a renowned and eccentric collector--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. This peculiar institution
(The Society for the Preservation of the Legacy of Dr. Charles Alexander
Morgan) 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.