Admittedly, I often succumb to the desire to avoid one particular, emotive issue in history: the Holocaust. To justify my complex, I scapegoat my high school history teacher, who showed a class of petrified fourteen-year-olds the actual footage of Allied Forces searching concentration camps immediately after World War II. (In all honesty, a part of my adult self still yearns to make the case that I can remember those scenes, which I saw over a decade ago, as vividly as if I saw them yesterday and feel the same queasiness at merely the memory!) Alas, my nonsensical evasiveness has left evidence in its wake—such as, the deliberate neglect to read Elie Wiesel’s Night in undergrad, the decision to opt out of a visit to the concentration camp in Erfurt with other students in Germany, and the cognizant setting of my MA thesis in the nineteenth-century Kaiserreich. In a sense, my difficulty to engage with Holocaust history because of its distressing content mirrors the problems that artists as well as museums like the Holocaust Memorial Museum confront in their attempt to visually portray the tender subject.
In 2006, there was one Holocaust monument I managed to see: Denkmal für die ermordeten Juden Europas (“Monument for the Murdered Jews of Europe”). Crafted by US architect Peter Eisenman, the memorial opened only a year and a half earlier in central Berlin, and while the name of the monument is straightforward, the interpretation of its aesthetics proves a bit more complicated. The tribute features roughly five-acres of stone slabs, diversely sized and shaped, with enough space to allow passages but without the concern for a starting or stopping point. President of the German Parliament, Wolfgang Theirse, described the work as “a constructed symbol for the incomprehensibility of the crime.” On the other hand, opponents of the Denkmal, such as my good friend (a Jew whose relatives were displaced or killed during the Holocaust) with me at the time of my visit, flared up over the lack of religious symbology and the abstract representation of the event. I remember my friend exclaiming, “I at least expected a monument that made me think about the Holocaust!” But, is there a sufficient way to memorialize or represent a moment that surpasses intellectual capacity? In the last sixty years, printed scholarship has tried to grasp the topic; is it not time for visual scholarship to do the same? Further, why do visual images often incite the public on a grander scale than texts? My chief question regarding the monument is this: how was someone like me, quite the hypersensitive about the Holocaust yet learned in contemporary aesthetics, able to bear visiting this monument with curiously little poignant response? Does that make the work a failure in its resonance or success in its provocation, which unavoidably generates discussion about and engagement with the monument and thus the Holocaust? (As a matter of fact, we, along with one other American and four Europeans, heatedly discussed the Denkmal for the next couple of hours.)
Ironically, a German, James Ingo Freed, built the Holocaust Memorial Museum in the United States. In explanation of his design, he said, “The intent of the building is to be a resonator of your own imagery, of your own memory.” The architecture of the museum, like the Berlin monument, is the epitome of abstraction, meant to leave the visitor, who may come from any area of the world, space to pull from his or her own cultural encyclopedia for an individualized understanding. Freed, perhaps contrary to Eisenman, purposely fashioned the architecture to “take you in its grip.” And if the architectural interpretation of the Holocaust serves as such a great stimulus, then what types of problems do curators of the museum’s collections and exhibitions encounter? As the decision-makers about display, organization, and content (specifically the inclusion or exclusion of material), curators in memorial-style museums seem likely to find themselves caught in a Catch-22 due to the sheer volume of relics, the delicacy of the topic, and the incapacity to articulate or encapsulate the Holocaust to the satisfaction of survivors, visitors, or even their own aspirations. Then again, curators assert that exhibitions are not meant to draw a specific conclusion but rather guide audiences through aesthetic sources to let them extract their own, educated conclusions. Perhaps for an experience that defies reason and, therefore, inference, the museum setting becomes the perfect site.

