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One day at breakfast, in my second year at the Brearley School, my mother described a parents' meeting the evening before at which another parent complained about the hazing of new children. It had simply never occurred to me that a year and a half of miserable isolation was something I should tell her about. I was full of knowledge and experience that marked me as an oddity and yet I lacked the really important skills, particularly athletic skills, that would have won acceptance.
Too smart. And yet Margaret's. But the idea appalled me to know by tutoring what others knew, apparently, by birthright, was more alienating than to judge oneself incapable, more humiliating if it became known than to be the last choice in every selection of teams. After that I visited a dozen other schools, including boarding schools, and finally decided to stay on as the value systems of my classmates slowly shifted and friendships developed.
I think Margaret and I must have talked about people a great deal, as she gave history and context to the great diversity of individuals coming through that house and the range of people we visited.
During those years there was a series of research projects on contemporary baseball. Under it all, and under the possibility of constructing a variety of commitments and making new combinations, she always gave. As an adult, reading Ruth Benedict's book Patterns of Culture for the. My mother used the contrast between the household of my Aunt Marie and that of Sara and Allen Ullman, whose daughter was one of.
They also had the similarity of being two households, unlike others I spent time. In the Ullmans' apartment, a huge rent-controlled apartment up in,. In Aunt Marie's apartment, everything was kept as clean as New York living would floors. There were antimacassars on the chairs and a child's dirty feet were a kind of rebuke. At home and in many other places I went happily barefoot, but no set of formulas about proper behavior "when you are visiting" would have covered the variations. Sara and Allen Ullman lived a wonderfully hospitable life, inviting allow.
I could spend the mother would arrive with a big steak and a couple of bottles of wine and a feast would be produced and shared, rich with garlic, the meat and salad and bread flavoring each other on Mexican pottery plates, the dishes stacked randomly in the kitchen for another day while everyone sat for hours, slightly tipsy, Allen telling outrageous dirty jokes and roaring with laughter or holding forth on politics.
Allen and Sara would quarrel and flirt and sparkle, both resolving to start a diet the next morning. Both of them moved in an evocation of sensory pleasure, food and sex and color, a continuing love affair of two people who just happened to be married. Margaret delighted in pointing out the way in which Sara, even as she became fat and gray-haired, still expressed the conviction of being an attractive woman, carrying herself superbly, full-busted in decollete black dresses displaying a deep cleavage, charming and flirtatious, the kind of woman to whom friends gave bottle after bottle of perfume that cluttered the bathroom shelves.
The UIlmans quarreled publicly and Allen occasionally pursued other women, but they were the only couple of whom it consciously oc-. Colin McPhee, who had been in Bali when Margaret and Gregory were there and was now in continual poverty. Allen was one friend,. When the Ullman finances became really my mother would start planning if necessary to commission portrait bust of me by Allen, but they never faltered in the confi-.
The main painting by Allen that hung in our house, however, was on loan, and she always said she would never be able to afford to buy it until one year when. Allen did almost all his painting by applying the colors with a painting knife to a white Allen gave. There too there were things my mother wanted me to learn. Just as Margaret entrusted her finances to Marie, she also let her construct a method to teach me how to handle money, giving me my first spending money, ten cents a week which I was taught to save, and off lecturing or to.
She gave me cooking lessons as well, the first meal being fried liver and onions, and helped me make and shop for Christmas presents and wrap them in beautiful careful packages with neatly folded corners, using wrapping paper saved and smoothed from the previous years and decorated with pictures cut from old Christmas cards, taking infinite pains.
My memories consist of hundreds of details of skill and care, but the mood that runs through them all is one of gaiety. We walked in step, arm in arm, almost skipping, on our expeditions. Aunt Marie's care was focused on conserving. She saved the coupons from Raleigh cigarettes until the triumphant. In her house were several generations of antiques, each with. With a Daughter's Eye family china, family clocks that struck the hour at night, and beds.
More often she would construct a framework of toleration by pointing out to me the way in which money was carefully separated into categories by Aunt Marie or flamboyantly enjoyed by the Ullmans, and the symbolic uses of food. Each of the different households I spent time in had its set of rules, some explicit, some implicit.
In each, the grown-ups were told to enforce their own standards with me, whatever they were, and to punish. There were other behaviors that were propriate. When my friends started to experiment in secret with smoking, she said that she couldn't stop true of.
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These different households were so important that each had to be woven into our celebrations of Christmas, which took place in layers and stages with different kinds of food and different styles. On Christmas Eve, we had a dinner for a small group of close intellectual and artistic friends.
My mother cooked the steaks and made the salad,. Rhoda Metraux and her son Daniel, and Alan part of the group, playing carols. On Christmas morning at Perry Street the joint household with the Frank family would be reconstituted when I took my stockings upstairs to open with Colin. It seemed that the only way to hang stockings from our marble mantelpiece was to have two, on a string, balanced on each side, and after my father left I went upstairs each year to borrow a pair of Uncle Larry's stretchy gray wool socks and never gave up.
Some years there was a Christmas dinner with members of Margaret's actual family,. Gregory had seen such a contrast among the Iatmul in New Guinea, where the difference between the masculine and feminine ethos was so great that he posed the theoretical question of why it didn't increase steadily toward breakdown, in the pattern he called schismogenesis later assimilated to the concept of positive or regenerative. Jane was very much a lady. She had been married to the artist George Biddle and lived in Paris, and had then come to She was extraordinarily delicate in her perceptions, beautiful and a little withdrawn.
My father spoke of having been in love with her but of always feeling that she was so fragile and so unstable that one was afraid to touch her. She wrote a book on Balinese dance, but later spent many years in mental hospitals or drugged with Thorazine, her body clumsy and the vividness of the painful mix of perception and fantasy blurred.
In the years, when I knew her, Jane was already married to Frank Tannenbaum, a Columbia professor who had come to the United States as a working-class immigrant and was imprisoned for his part in labor protest. He later wrote on prison reform and then on Latin American politics, warm and earthy and feisty and protective of Jane.
Before dinner, having bathed and changed, we would meet for "cocktails" in Jane's drawing room, which for me meant the platter of hors d'oeuvres that always appeared, delicate antique furniture and artwork, some of which hangs in my house today. Jane had two dachshunds, and in the corner of the room was a small cabinet with a variety of fragile little Mexican and Balinese toys that I could carefully spread out. After dinner, we would go to Frank's big brown study where I curled up on the floor with his great Dane while the grown-ups sat in deep leather armchairs and Frank got out the smelly of a group of artists.
In New Guinea, in the ence. New York City was much safer in those days, with less craziness and less violence in the streets, but it had all the unpredictability of any great city. Later, in the. Eighth Avenue subway station at Eighty-first Street, where every day after exhibitionists. In trying to convey to me the problem of knowing whether behavior was cultural and therefore a functioning part of some human cultural system, however odd it might seem or individual and therefore possibly pathological, Margaret told me that when she fell in love with Gregory, she wondered how much of her love was for a particular English style and how much was individual, and I wondered the same thing about Armenian culture when I met my husband.
She also told the story of an Irish student she had one summer who spoke all the time of seeing leprechauns.
Margaret felt she had to suspend judgment about whether this was simply the expression of an unfamiliar cultural pattern until one day an Irish cop came up to her, having seen them talking together, and said, "You know, lady, that dame's comI. With a Daughter's Eye risks, respect for difference and the expectation of one can respond to and fit in with still seem to me central, one of the hardest and most important things to convey to children, even as one is teaching them to work with their own cultural patterns.
When Vanni was just under three, I took her with me to. She would hear only Persian spoken all day long; she would be in a human beings there were ten children in a household sharing three small rooms ; she would be sleeping on mats on the floor, eating Persian food, using an earth toilet and water instead of toilet paper; she would have to deal with the fact that my head would be covered at all times.
So a week or so before we went, I started telling her a series of stories, fit into the framework she was demanding at that time "Tell me a story about Stacy the cow" as my mother had used stories and worked on children's books to teach about race or sex. One day, Stacy the cow decided that she wanted to know more about the horses that dense group of. Whenever we hit a snag in that Iranian household, I would remind Vanni: Remember what a hard time Stacy had getting to sleep when she had to curl up on a chicken roost?
Remember how hard it was for her to figure out how to be polite to the sheep when all they would say was baa-baa? In the end, I found I still had to make sure that she had half an hour or so each day more or less alone with me, and one of the things she would do in that time was to pull the kerchief off my head as if to reassure herself. She also had a continuing difficulty eating with the large spoon she was given and I had to find her a smaller one. She played with the children of the house and learned the conventions about taking her sandals on and off, always to be barefoot on the She watched me and would have recognized my concern if this had been anything other than a culturally stylized and undangerous way of admonishing children.
With Vanni, I was trying to achieve early and quickly a degree of flexibility and openness that could be allowed to develop for me over a much longer period of time, for I was seven the first time my mother took me abroad. She did no fieldwork between my birth and , too. But although I neither grew up in New Guinea nor came of age in Samoa, Margaret taught me to perceive and value certain distance. She went out of her way to create opportunities for me to be in contact with different kinds of people, and often when I developed a new interest would send me to someone who could present it to me more personally.
Occasionally she worried that the range was still too narrow. She had assumed that there would be opportunities for me to learn another language early, but this didn't work out until I was ten or so, and eventually she decided that contact in Austria with children. She invested a great deal of time and effort in the Downtown Community School, where I went until I was ten, to make certain that the school was truly diverse, but the memorization needed for lan"This.
I came home and asked why the black children coming from homes aspiring to the middle class were so much more prudish about dirty words than the white children from politically liberal and even radical backgrounds. Margaret also worried about how few opportunities I had in the substantial.
Against the background of anthropological knowledge and of youth in the twenties, when groups of artists and intellectuals had cut free from conventional interdictions, Margaret and Gregory selected different styles and made very different choices. On the whole, Margaret taught me to do the equivalent of wearing socks. On the whole my father didn't.
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Both of them lived profoundly unconventional lives but worried deeply about the nature of order, both in social life and in nature. Margaret cared about how she was perceived, while Gregory was generally content to be seen as flouting convention. Even so, at the end of his life, Gregory was groping for a morality based in aesthetics, in which balance and symmetry would provide the basis for an ecological peace. Each of them had to find forms of affirmation and expression against a background of knowledge of the variety of ways of being human.
And each as a parent had to make decisions about what customs to establish within their homes, and how to integrate those elements of tradition they wanted to maintain and those they wanted tant. In addition to being able to adapt to different environments, at large in the society,. When we had to reply to a wedding invitation, I would spend hours with thick creamcolored stationery trying to get the formal reply correctly spaced on the page.
When we were planning my own wedding we consulted Emily Post on every detail and then decided whether to follow her or not. I went to ballroom-dancing lessons at one of the dancing schools in New York that prepare children to work their way up through the systems of tea dances and cotillions toward the debutante season, since she wanted me to be able to come out if I was interested. For lunch on dancing-school days, when school got out early, I went to the house of my Aunt Edith, very much a Junior League lady who embodied the adult version of the culture the dancing school was ret.
Clothing was also a matter of propriety. Margaret's clothes had to meet the complex standards of public life, just the right degree of formality, feminine but not too feminine, what she wore always a compliment to the people she was with. She enjoyed pretty clothes and she especially loved hats. In my childhood there were always four about behavior at. One wore hats to church in those days and indeed to all other formal occasions. I used to have broad-brimmed hats with ribbons hanging down behind and then one year a splendid black-velvet bonnet with bits of white fur.
Summer and winter, one wore gloves.
My mother showed me how, rose perched. Until her death, she always carried a linen handkerchief but let me go with my generation in the direction of Kleenex. Her handkerchiefs were bought by the dozen because she would leave them everywhere, and then often they were not returned for the margaret mead name tags that Aunt Marie carefully. Instead of whether. Thus language for her was not only a system of grammatical rules that could be used for communication, it was also the stuff of poetry and nursery rhymes and word games. Nor was ration. At that time, it was becoming increasingly clear that two or three languages would emerge as the principal vehicles of cross-cultural communication, on the United Nations model.
She worried that whether we relied on one or several major world languages, this would still enforce a line between those who were using their own native language and. Instead, she argued, one of the world's minor languages, not associated with any great power, should be taken as a this. Armenian would make a good candidate because there are reservoirs of cosmopolitan and multilingual Armenian speakers all over the world and in both Eastern and Western camps. Afterward she referred to the idea in several speeches, along with other possible candidates.
In New Guinea she had observed the use of Pidgin English, now properly called Neo-Melanesian, which serves as a vehicle of communication among many. If cultural meanings and elaborations are stripped away and food is treated in terms of universal human nutritional needs and minimum daily requirements, so many grams of protein and fat and different vitamins, the result is alien and unappealing.
The information is helpful but must be embedded in a cultural culinary idiom, and if new foodstuffs are introduced, the forms for their use should be designed. I could have a lunch that consisted entirely of desserts, and she agreed. Then, after thought, I put together a list of courses that was both. We had a lovely time shopping for the most beautiful fruits and cutting them up and arranging them, the presenplayful fruits,.
The story became a sort of demonstration of the values of selfdemand feeding, the notion that a child allowed to choose her own foods will choose a balanced diet, within an idiom where food expresses pleasure. Margaret did not believe that it would be possible to supply the needs of nutrition or of communication with a system put together from abstract components, and I think that she made the same decision about morality. She gave me the chance to know the flavor and texture of people living different kinds of lives with verve and particular stone or storage in a particular pot has.
On those matters on which she was committed, she would be both vehement and poetic, and she never made purely abstract arguments but took echoes of tradition and. She arranged for me to spend many weekends with Aunt Marie, who. I think this was based on the conviction that much of religion is distorted by a misapprehension of the absolute seriousness and truth of metaphor as metaphor.
The wordiness of sermon and Sunday school would both carry a distorted message, as if only prose could be true, a message she avoided for herself by dozing through sermons or by going to early. I went to church with her on the days of high drama, Good Friday and Easter and midnight mass at Christmas. The Christian tradition was passed on to me as a great rich mixture, a bouillabaisse of human imagination and wonder brewed from the richness of individual lives, reduced down to a meager and tasteless minimum.
She had. She never said, this is true, but instead, this is something I care about and enjoy, and taught me to follow the intricacies prescribed by tradition. She had, for example, a book of Holy Week services that had been given to her by her godmother, and on Good Friday we would go to the highest of high-church Episcopal parishes in New York. This was St. Mary the Virgin, which Luther Cressman's tion. It seems to me that she felt no deep dash. She had a confidence that the essential would be most likely to occur when it was embedded in rich human elaboration. The grace of that elaboration, the fact that it expressed aesthetic judgment as well as playfulness, in forms shaped and shared over time, would guarantee a certain integrity.
She believed that decent and caring human relationships are sustained by courtesy. Thus, in talking about sexuality and about the functions of the human body, she clearly wanted me to be both proper respectful of external forms and free to play, pleased to be woman and unconstrained by gender. Being a female was fun. At the same time that I was taught that there were no limits to what women of intelligence and determination could.
But she did not in the process play traditional aspects of femininity, instead teaching. She gave how is it possible to model a mother's. She always felt that her own handling of makeup and fashion was inadequate to the sharp eye and invidious rather than with one or two? That was a period when some psychoanalytically "enlightened" parents were.
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She wanted to avoid this. When Americans first read Coming of Age in Samoa, they read it as a description of a society characterized by complete permissiveness and free love, and one reviewer described Samoan behavior with approval? But no one who rereads the book now, in the s, should come away with that impression.
Instead, you find what she describes in an unused section of draft manuscript hi Blackberry Winter as "a certain degree of sexual permissiveness but not too much, for enjoined active sexualpressing children into an early. One of the things Margaret emphasized was that the young girls were free to go out or not to amorous rendezvous.
She cited this freedom as a possible explanation for the low rate of premarital pregnancy, suggesting that perhaps the young. This choice might have freed their. Even saying this, she was not able to say how the young would have known when they could safely go, but we know now. She set out. I remember being mildly perplexed when his new wife, Betty, asked me whether I felt all right, whether I had any pains or nausea, and whether I really felt comfortable about proceeding on wasn't I supposed to feel a planned camping trip with my father.
Then somewhere in the country in Australia, with that lovely feeling of lightness that often comes two or three days into a menstrual period, and I skipped through a garden, saying how happy I felt, and she talked about feeling a possibility of love and birth and growth, all as kinds of giving, and about feeling a communion with nature in shared biological process.
I remember thinking, "She's trying too hard," and feeling that my particular happiness was cheerentirely the worries, embarrassments, I. There is always the problem, in talking to children about sex, of making knowledge available without burdening them. She puzzled me, that day, by using a lot of imagery about other zones of the body, about how it feels to defecate and the pleasures of eating and kissing, which seemed simply irrelevant.
It is curious to be able to look at that moment from two vantage points, myself as I was then and myself as I am now. I am sure that I responded politely, tolerant of what she was trying to do, but almost certainly she would have felt the lack of response in me as a withdrawal.
At the same time, the moment remains in my memory and there seems to be a direct connection between what she said then and the conviction I have felt since that and, secondhand, by the menstrual cycle as experienced by women. One was an effort to be clear and honest, using the proper scientific terms and avoiding that recurrent problem of sex education that goes round and round the central issue and leaves children wondering what in fact happens. The other was to keep a sense of romance, a warm positive glow touched with awe for the wonders of the human body and the varieties of pleasure it can give.
I know that once after some foray into sex education that had ended with her speaking of sex as something to look forward to when one was grown-up, I asked if it would be okay to tell Colin about it, "so he can look forward to it too. Indeed, able to be frank and explicit about sexual behavior as an anthropologist must be, and with no. Over the years as I grew up, it never occurred to me that sex had any continuing place in my mother's life, since she was not living with a husband, and I think the discretion she wished to preserve put everything at a distance and meant that little was actually conveyed of sex as playful.
When I was a teen-ager she would make comments by which she was trying, it seemed to me, to make sure that I knew it was all right to enjoy sexuality in a variety of ways. By that time I had read enough I. After the conference. It was gardenia. Gregory's way of seeing was concerned with pattern, but with pattern in a very different sense from Margaret's.
In his later work he. The proprieties of life, and the details of custom, whether or not one wore socks for public occasions, answering letters, remembering birthdays these seemed to him innearly so. It did not, finally, matter greatly to. Gregory moved through intellectual paths of simplification and abstraction, but in principle he believed that only a fully elaborated cultural system can be stable.
He spoke sometimes of "eternal verities" such truths as that two and two make four, mathematical formalisms and scientific laws in their most abstract form. The two areas of theory with which he was most concerned, cybernetics and information theory, are highly abstract and formal, but they are tools for thinking about living systems. Cybernetics was for him the study of the ways in which a system, perhaps one with many parts, can sustain a complex process so that irregularities are corrected for and the system remains within certain parameters: Thus, with a thermostat, the temperature of a room is kept "constant"within a specified range by constant fluctuation.
Similarly, the information of a drop in my bloodof. To illustrate the nature of cultural stability and adaptation, Gregory sometimes used to draw examples from the British tradition, particularly. Good is the plea of the scoundrel, hypocrite, and flatterer," 3 but his attention to the particulars of human relations was sporadic General at best,.
With a Daughter's Eye others as trivial or perhaps as destructive, for he argued that the. It was as if he saw the whole system as miswired in such a basic way that it was unusable, and so he camped out within the culture since Descartes was so. This is the primary task, with a secondary task of fending off nuclear destruction in the meantime and preserving those forms of consciousness in the arts and in to starve.
Western civilization, especially in its American version, was for him a window already unforgivably cluttered with jumbled and tawdry merchandise. Where Margaret always gave the culture in which she had grown up the benefit of the doubt, Gregory did not. He looked around at the American scene, seeing increasing corruption, and used the analogy of addiction another form of regenerative feedback to describe many activities and institutions. Much of Margaret's popularity with ordinary people has been based on the fact that she affirmed and respected their ways of doing things, their decencies and aspirations, structures in.
He compared this process to the double bind where insoluble dilemmas are posed in the context of the key relationships of childhood and may lay the groundwork for schizophrenia, but saw similarities to humor and creativity. Finally, I think, he found in the San Francisco Zen community a community whose epistemology united their ideas and actions, providing a kind of coherence he had missed.
In Zen and the Art of Archery, 5 there is a description of a degree of mental discipline that training, in. Only within the it make sense to worry about the Zen mindfulness emerges directly from a. Over the years held me or drew me back to them, and some-. Often the decisions that seemed to set a course that far away have brought me back to closeness. My relationship with my father had been intermittent since he left my. I was intensely engrossed in school that year, having finally found challenging teachers and a group of friends who shared my interests. Other factors also combined to make that year one in which I changed.
In November, I heard of the suicide of a boy I had been corresponding, exchanging poetry and letters about poetry, and it seemed like a pivot around which my life shifted. This was not so much someone I felt in love with as someone with whom I identified, a child of social scientists who wrote and recograpidly. You cannot measure your involvement by the landmarks or events that stand out, but by a judgment of the slowly evolving landscape.
Similarly, you cannot know what happenstance will mark a particular day, turning a. Instead you must believe that the response to a. Although my mother and I discussed it little, I had shown her my poems and stories over the years and these must have continued to give her an index of where I was, just as she had used the poems I wrote at ten and eleven to monitor my response to her divorce. She I. After Margaret's return from the field, the Perry Street household came to an end.
The Frank family moved to Massachusetts and we moved into Waverly Place, reconstructing in many ways the constellations of Perry Street. We were still in the Village, but this time in a smaller, more exquisite house fronted in brick, bought by Rhoda Metraux, who lived on the upper floors with her son, Daniel, and a Haitian housekeeper, Tulia. The times were changing and in the years that followed my mother was less in New York, traveling more, more often on television, and less and less making the downstairs a separate home.
In my junior year of high school I applied for interest,. Young people were found for me to spend time with and I was soon traveling with them around the country, visiting kibbutzim of different types and listening to passages from the Old Testament and from modern Hebrew poetry.
After ten days I tried to reach Margaret in Tel Aviv by phone and then dictated a message for her to a hotel desk clerk in the half dozen words of Hebrew that I had picked up but could not have written , ''Shalom,. A quarter century later, I feel my. United States and around the globe, as if to say, look, I do have a I do have roots, I am not an institution or an icon. It has a quote from William Blake, "No bird soars too high, if he soars with family,. She forced herself to stand silent, feeling a painful tingle in her calves, as I set out to climb the tall pine trees behind Briarfield, after my father had boosted me up to the lowest branches.
But a parent can tell whether a child is basically prudent, as I could watch Vanni, when she began to walk, almost visibly calculating each. This kind of immersion in a different cultural system and the recognition that the difference is orderly, a reflection of patterns of elegance, is for an anthropologist the starting point of insight.
Staying on alone in Israel and throwing myself into the learning of Hebrew were that for me, because of a childhood of having pattern pointed out and learning to move into contexts of difference. I believe that my mother was ready for us to go our separate ways, that she was very much undertaking a new stage of her own life, a life that was exciting but fragmented, centrifugal and public.
She used to speak of "postmenopausal zest," of the energies and social roles of women whose child bearing years are past and who then move more freely in society without the constraints that being a woman put on them, describing how in some societies the old women sit chewing tobacco or betel nut, trading bawdy comments with the men and rich in. There was almost no time for arrangements. Some of the people who had been involved in her consulting trip volunteered to find a family for me to live with, to introduce me to a Hebrew teacher, and to help work out the mechanics of entering a school.
She set two conditions: One was that I would write to the colleges I was interested in. I would come home. There must be a way to climb back down. By that time I had already moved out of the household where I began and had rented a room independently like the many university students in the city.
These next steps had a quality of inevitability, since once I was established there it was clear that I would make my own decisions. Israel was a society of independent and autonomous. Margaret used Israel later, along with analysis of the generation gap, Culture. I envied my companions and classmates who actually felt they belonged somewhere and affirmed their Jewish and Israeli identities as absolute. The wonder was that I came back to the United States at all. My mother waited the following spring, in the aftermath of the fighting, as I hitchhiked around Israel with classmates who had finished high school and were about to enter the army, worried that I too would decide to enlist and determined to prevent me from risking citizenship and preempting the future.
Indeed, I might have stayed if a firm and gentle lover had not kept pressing that a return to America and college were the next steps in my life, that the season with him and with his country was over and my place elsewhere. By that time too, the habits of cosmopolitanism and relativism had reasserted themculture at the. With a Daughter's Eye rate interests from either of my parents, as involved in a world that was unknown and unintelligible to them, but I puzzled about their world and about my own generation.
In Paris I hesitantly dipped into luxury as an old friend took my mother and me out for oysters and champagne and then my mother took me to buy a complete outfit,. My father treated all this as largely irrelevant. When I saw him briefly in October he talked almost exclusively about his own work, but he did give me to read Doughty's Arabia Deserta and Rebecca West's Black Lamb and Grey Falcon, a book about the peoples of the Balkans, two works that by their rich descriptions of Near Eastern peoples had triggered his interest in ethnography.
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