In the time since its inception in 2004, the SFM (together with its sister museum, the EMP – those weird multucoloured blobs at the foot of the Space Needle, you can’t miss ’em…) have drawn more than four and a half MILLION visitors. Can you doubt it, when its Statement of Vision reads like this:
EMP|SFM celebrates the creative process, engages the imagination, and inspires personal expression in current and future generations.
It’s HOME. For someone like me, it’s HOME, dammit.
Back when I first went there, it had several permanent exhibitions at the SFM.
We began with Homeworld, the place from where you begin, what Carl Sagan called the shore of the cosmic ocean. You start out by taking a look at the most basic questions – like, for instance, “Why science fiction?” This is where the oddness and uniqueness of this museum begins to become obvious. Because in a sense you are here looking at the future as seen through the eyes of the past – and in many instances you yourself, the physical you standing there, have already surpassed some of the wilder dreams of early SF. Here, you will start at the beginnings – the “what if” questions which illuminated a generation of dreamers; a wide-ranging timeline exploring the genre’s background, its ideas, where it started, where it thought it was going, the milestones it reached and passed on its journey, as well as the science which grew out of the fiction (think back to those early Star Trek communicators and the cellphones of semi-modern times); the creatures which inhabit and shape the genre, from BEMs and little green men to the iconic Queen in Alien, from Robbie the Robot to Data; the way science fiction has shaped our society right from the get-go; and the building blocks of that society, the science fiction community, both the fans and the pros featured in the Science Fiction Hall of Fame. You might trip over anything from Captain James TIberias Kirk’s original chair from which he commanded the first Enterprise to a first edition of Ursula Le Guin’s “Left Hand of Darkness”, from Darth Vader’s helmet to a Klingon blade which looks like has seen its share of action…
But this was only the point of departure. From here, from the homeworld and things that remain semi-familiar even when viewed through the lens of imagination, we set out on SF’s Fantastic Voyages
Eight permanent sub-exhibitions made up this section – from a virtual spacedock which has gathered together almost any spaceship ever mentioned or seen in a work of science fiction, through a gallery of heroes and villains, the characters who piloted those ships or tried to blow them out of the firmament and a mind-blowing display of the weaponry they used to do it (“Set it on stun!”), to an exhibition which bears a remarkable resemblance to the one which set me off on this journey, at the beginning of this post, to spacesuits as we THOUGHT they were and as they might still one day be, through incredible travel technologies many of which are still beyond the scope of our science today and the magnificent mistakes made when playing with forces barely understood and far from tamed, to the astonishing places that we might have gone to if you believe the glorious, often lurid, but always incredible SF & F art depicting strange new worlds we can only dream of right now.
And then it was off into the future, where no self-respecting museum ought to tread. The Brave New Worlds exhibition, presupposing that we have already left the homeworld, presupposing that the voyages have already been attempted – how are we to live, what paths are we to choose, in the brave new world of our own future? This exhibit looks from anything from science fiction’s most famous cities that never were, to the societies that built and broke them, to ways to come back from the edge after everything seems to have been lost.
And those are just the permanent exhibits, housed right here on the premises. The SFM also does travelling exhibitions, which then tour the country. You can find almost ANYTHING here.
It would probably not have been the first thing that popped into your head when somebody said “museum”. You’d have immediately thought of Egyptology, of portrait galleries, of Houses Where Famous People Lived. But perhaps not this – not this vivid and vibrant and frankly joyful gathering of all of humankind’s dreams and hopes and wishes and imagination. Even in the worst of dystopias depicted here, even with the worst of fictional villains brooding behind glass in the halls, even with the most improbable “technology” you’re ever going to see – there is something here that is transcendental, that speaks to the highest things that we aspire to, to our greatest dreams.
Go to a museum, and strain to glimpse the future.
You can’t beat that.