[a] Xingu RF |
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[b] Story RF |
By 1985, a quarter century after Leach's book was published, I felt many of the same concerns. They hadn't been worked out "on the ground" much better then than they have now (another quarter century later). The discipline has paid a price for the rich, rigorous subjectivities it has embraced (with my full support). This note shows that I, too—even in 1985—could not abide the idea of the "objective lens" through which Westerners would view other peoples (I had read Edward Said's Orientalism, after all). The "price" of which I speak is more one of personal befuddlement. What am I doing here? I wondered. These lines give a small sense of the direction of my thinking then...and now.
—Franz Boas was a key figure in American anthropology.
—John McPhee is a consummate nonfiction writer.
—The Xingu River flows into the Amazon basin. It is just an example here.
25 December 1985
Taipei
This experience has made me realize even more clearly what I have known all along. Anyone can travel, anyone can see the people; some can talk to them and read their books. But the lasting truths are captured by those who take even ordinary experiences and, by enveloping them in vivid, lasting prose, create something not at all ordinary.
There can be only one Boas, one Evans-Pritchard, and one Malinowski; there is only room for one missionary and one anthropologist (like Noah’s Ark) to discover any new tribe up the Xingu. But even though nearly everyone has eaten oranges, watched tennis matches, or looked at roadcuts, John McPhee’s books aren’t ordinary. Although many people have distrusted their spouses, only one of them wrote Othello.
This is a roundabout way of saying that—slowly, painfully—I am gaining a more mature attitude toward what academics call “anthropology,” and I call “living.” The real test for the anthropologist of Chinese culture lies not in looking at the Great Wall, or taking a picture; it lies, rather, in describing it in a way that no one will ever forget. And don’t forget to mention the farmer in the blue Mao jacket and Adidas running shoes selling fresh tomatoes.
This fieldnote is part of a longer "thought" that is broken into another note. Click below for the other note.
This fieldnote is part of a longer "thought" that is broken into another note. Click below for the other note.
[c] Tomatoes RF |
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