chapter  2
Museums and the Neutralization of Culture: A Response to Adorno
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As a child, I spent many of my after-school and weekend hours in the Brooklyn Museum. I lived just a few blocks away, and several times a week I walked down Eastern Parkway, stopping before the Botanical Gardens, to enter a quiet, dark, somber lobby that in those days was cluttered with glass cases filled with Egyptian mummies and fabulous African ceremonial objectshence the low protective lighting.