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Lemme see if I can think of something suitably stupid/weird/bizarre. How about the Laokoon group?
In 1506, some Roman workmen unearthed several classical statues. Papal and cultural authorities conferred, and determined that these statues were from a set described by C. Plinivs Secvndvs in his Natural History as having been in the palace of the Emperor Titvs. Pliny said these statues were of the Trojan priest Laokoon and his sons, who were killed by Poseidon's serpents. Poseidon was on the side of the Achaians, and he was a bit cheesed off that Laokoon warned his people that the Trojan horse was a trap and told the king to keep it out of the city. (Strangely, the Trojans didn't think his death was suspicious, and brought the horse into the city anyway, with predictable results.) Anyway, the Italians were overjoyed to find this Greco-Roman statuary, but there was a problem: the statues were somewhat damaged and fragmented, and significant pieces were missing.
One of these pieces was Laokoon's right arm, which was severed at the elbow. Further investigation of the site yielded no result. Pope Julius II, however, wanted a complete set. So he held contests to determine the sculptor to craft a replacement arm. The first few winners actually put their replacement arms onto copies of the original statues, but in 1532, Montorsoli, one of Michelangelo's students, put an outstretched forearm onto Laokoon, where it stayed for centuries. Other artists added their own flourishes to other replacement parts of the Laokoon Group over the years, including the great Canova in the early nineteenth century.
You can probably guess where this is going. In 1906, an archaeologist located a marble arm not too far from the site where the Laokoon Group was first discovered. This arm languished in storage until the 1950s, when the Vatican Museum staff finally realized that it was in fact the lost Laokoon arm. It even fitted perfectly on Laokoon's shoulder stump. Four centuries later, the statue was (more or less) complete.
Unfortunately, it got weird. (Weirder, anyway.) The Montorsoli arm was a great piece of workmanship, outstretched and everything. It looked tremendous, even if it was wrong. The real arm was kind of junky, badly preserved, and worst of all, it bent back at the most bizarre angle. You can see it here: it just looks bad, like Laokoon's hand is broken off. And on the flip side, that Montorsoli arm is a work of art in and of itself: it was created by Michelangelo's student, a real Renaissance master.
The Laokoon Group - with the new arm - is in public display at the Vatican Museum still. It's sitting in the Octagon courtyard, in the museum's Greco-Roman antiquities section. You can see it yourself. (Please do not touch the marble, though.) And it is amazing. But that one arm is sooooooo screwed up. It's right - technically - but "right" in this case is really stupid-looking.
If you had the choice, which would you display? The statue with the original arm, which looks dumb, or the statue with the Montorsoli arm, which isn't the original but is still totally a work of art?
Hey I used to teach history and worked in the field for a while. If I had a quid for every time I hear someone made incarnate historical reference I would have A LOT of dosh. Used to make me so cross and I would take the ****** out of them but it got old very fast. When Braveheart came out my head nearly popped for obvious reasons. It was then I stopped correcting people because besides coming over as a "know it all" I realised most people are going to believe what they want anyway and me correcting them made them resentful. Though I am quite strict with my kids and have been known to make my close American friends cross with my interjections but I am only human for goodness sake!
Yeah, I get that a lot too. My first semester as a graduate student, I TAed a history course taught by one of the university's "rising star" professors. It was the usual undergraduate "Plato-to-NATO" nonsense, drive-by European history. So it wasn't going to be a great course anyway. But the prof made it worse. His field is American history, and he's really pretty good at it, but he is garbage at other stuff. He said some embarrassingly wrong things in lecture, like claiming that the Roman Republic's alliance system was all about getting food, and that Western European chivalry came from Islam, and that the Fourth Crusade was the last one, and that Crusaders were all about loot because they were "second sons" who had no chance at inheritances back home, and so on and so forth. I mean, not questions of interpretation: these things were just flat-out wrong, like he went on a trip to Europe over the summer and took what the tour guides said seriously.
And the worst part was that I couldn't do anything about it, except try to tell the students the correct history whenever I had seminar time, or one-on-ones in office hours. There weren't really any administrative or academic ways to correct the situation, because he was my boss and he had tenure and even my advisor couldn't make him stop.
I'm still pretty early in the teaching stage of things. Idealistic, but - I hope - not "stupid idealistic". There are plenty of occasions where I won't bother to try to correct somebody who insists on being wrong: because I don't like being That Person, because it's not a classroom or serious setting, because it's pointless to try to change this specific person's mind, or whatever. But I still try, when I can, and when I think it'll work, because I genuinely believe that my job is to make sure people learn the right way to do history, and not taking the opportunity to help nudge them in the right direction makes me feel awful.





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