Why I Sometimes Wish I Were an Armchair Anthropologist
No figure in the discipline is more despised than that smug Victorian fixture, the Armchair Anthropologist. The best antidote for this regrettable legacy is Fieldwork, philosopher’s stone of…
No figure in the discipline is more despised than that smug Victorian fixture, the Armchair Anthropologist. The best antidote for this regrettable legacy is Fieldwork, philosopher’s stone of…
“Ariota pairani…” ‘And so it was long ago…’With those simple words in his rich, sonorous voice, Mariano began each one of the dozens of myths, folk tales and…
“Ariota pairani…” ‘And so it was long ago…’With those simple words in his rich, sonorous voice, Mariano began each one of the dozens of myths, folk tales and…
“Ariota pairani…” ‘And so it was long ago…’With those simple words in his rich, sonorous voice, Mariano began each one of the dozens of myths, folk tales and…
The evening before his 31st birthday, biologist Francis Bossuyt went for his daily swim in the lake at Cocha Cashu Biological Station in Manu Park, Peru, and was…
Just over seven years ago, my youngest son, then eighteen months old, woke up one morning with a lump exactly the size and shape of an olive behind…