In my new novel, I Wish, Therefore I Am, my protagonist imagines faithfully reconstructing the Seven Wonders of the Ancient World on the grounds of his grade school playground. That’s a museum-grade exhibition I’d pay to see! But no museum exhibit I could dream up can ever rival the stuff they’ve got on display at Los Angeles’s Museum of Jurassic Technology, which is one of my favorite places in the so-called City of Angels. To learn about this extraordinary place, I recommend reading the book Mr. Wilson’s Cabinet of Wonder by Lawrence Wechsler. Although the author has been less than friendly to me each time I’ve met him through our mutual friends, I bear him no grudge; maybe Wechsler could perceive my Imposter Syndrome and simply wished to keep clear of it.
The creative architect of the Museum of Jurassic Technology, a brilliant and enigmatic man named David Wilson, tends not to engage with the visitors to his marvelous creation. Even so, he does make surprise appearances there. One sun-splashed day while my wife and I drank tea in the rooftop garden at the museum, I recognized Wilson seated alone. To my delight, he was playing a lute. Not wanting to disturb the man, yet nevertheless eager to praise him, I turned to my wife and said loud enough for him to hear me (he had just put down his instrument), “I sure wish Mr. Wilson was around right now so that I could tell him how fabulous I consider this museum of his!”
Needless to say, Wilson looked surprised. It was, fortunately, the pleased kind of “surprised.” When he came over to say hello, my wife told him how she had attached to the collar of her beloved dog Egon a porcelain cosmonaut figure which we had bought in the museum gift shop some years before. (The cosmonaut was associated with the Soviet space dog Laika, who’d been the subject of a Jurassic Technology exhibit.) Upon Egon’s death died, that porcelain figure got cremated along with the rest of my wife’s sweet canine. Wilson seemed touched to hear that an item from his gift shop had personally meant so much to us, and we felt touched that he felt touched, and the sun kept shining down on the three of us until, eventually, as it must, down that sun went.