David Macaulay

This is a clever little book that pokes fun at archaeological interpretations, particularly how quick they are to attribute items they aren't sure of to some sort of religious purpose. There are a lot of parallels to Howard Carter's excavation of Tutankhamun's tomb in Egypt, and the "archaeologist" of this book is in fact named Howard Carson.

In this generously illustrated book that takes place in the future, North America is already destroyed, having been buried beneath junk mail over 2,000 years ago. Howard stumbles upon an old motel room with a couple of bodies in them, and he interprets everything through a very wrong lens. The most base, disgusting, or mundane items become ceremonial and sacred (the bathroom is the inner sanctum, for example). Yet the items Howard finds are not only there to criticize fast, lazy answers in archaeology--they sometimes reflect poorly on modern priorities. For example, the TV was an altar and the remote a way to stay spiritually connected to it. They shine a light in the room to see not glints of gold, but glints of plastic.

Written in 1979, Motel of the Mysteries is fast becoming a relic itself and interestingly will need more and more interpretation itself. While most items it mentions still exist, some are obsolete and references are made to items that are less and less familiar to us (such as corded phones, the concept of banging on the top and sides of a TV to get it to work, and a list of old cars with animal names that are no longer produced). Yet it makes a timeless point and is so short I would have to consider it an essential archaeology book.… (mer)