We all event qualms and anxieties once we circulate from the identified to the unknown. although our success in lifestyles may well rely on checking out limits, our faintheartedness is a reminder of our want for protection and our information of the dangers of venturing into alien worlds.

Evoking the recent, dust-filled Harmattan winds that blow from the Sahara to the Gulf of Guinea, this e-book creatively explores what it capability to be buffeted by means of the unexpected and the unknown. Celebrating the life-giving capability of individuals, areas, and powers that lie past our tested worlds, Harmattan connects existential power to the act of resisting prescribed customs and wondering got notions of fact. on the book's center is the fictitious tale of Tom Lannon, a graduate scholar from Cambridge collage, who continues to be ambivalent approximately pursuing a traditional existence. After touring to Sierra Leone within the aftermath of its devastating civil conflict, Tom meets a author who is helping him discover the probabilities of renewal. Illustrating the truth that sure elements of human lifestyles are universal to every person despite tradition and heritage, Harmattan remakes the excellence among domestic and global and the connection among wisdom and life.

Show description

Read or Download Harmattan: A Philosophical Fiction (Insurrections: Critical Studies in Religion, Politics, and Culture) PDF

Similar Anthropology books

Among the Cannibals: Adventures on the Trail of Man’s Darkest Ritual

It is the stuff of nightmares, the darkish suggestion for literature and picture. yet astonishingly, cannibalism does exist, and in one of the Cannibals trip author Paul Raffaele trips to the a ways corners of the globe to find individuals during this mysterious and irritating perform. From an imprecise New Guinea river village, the place Raffaele went looking for one of many final practising cannibal cultures on the earth; to India, the place the Aghori sect nonetheless ritualistically devour their useless; to North the United States, the place facts exists that the Aztecs ate sacrificed sufferers; to Tonga, the place the descendants of fierce warriors nonetheless take into account how their predecessors preyed upon their foes; and to Uganda, the place the unlucky sufferers of the Lord's Resistance military fight to reenter a society from which they've been violently torn, Raffaele brings this baffling cultural ritual to gentle in a mixture of Indiana Jones-type experience and gonzo journalism.

The Piltdown Forgery

For many years the is still of fossils present in Piltdown, England have been believed to return from a "missing link," a creature with a human skull and an ape's jaw. Dr. Weiner exhibits how he came upon the reality approximately those is still, and went directly to disclose one of many world's maximum clinical frauds.

The Power of Place: Geography, Destiny, and Globalization's Rough Landscape

The realm isn't really as cellular or as interconnected as we love to imagine. As damage de Blij argues within the strength of position, in an important ways--from the asymmetric distribution of common assets to the unequal availability of opportunity--geography keeps to carry billions of individuals in its grip. we're all born into traditional and cultural environments that form what we turn into, separately and jointly.

Islam Observed: Religious Development in Morocco and Indonesia (Phoenix Books)

"In 4 short chapters," writes Clifford Geertz in his preface, "I have tried either to put out a basic framework for the comparative research of faith and to use it to a learn of the improvement of a supposedly unmarried creed, Islam, in relatively contrasting civilizations, the Indonesian and the Moroccan.

Additional resources for Harmattan: A Philosophical Fiction (Insurrections: Critical Studies in Religion, Politics, and Culture)

Show sample text content

Yet he was once long gone. Then, as I appeared round, peering throughout the smoke, I observed Denka. Shouldered and buffeted through the fleeing crowd, he stored extending a clawed hand in entrance of him and tilting his head again as though he may perhaps snatch through listening to what he was once not able to determine. I had not often began towards him while he staggered and fell. It used to be pandemonium now. dirt and smoke obscured every thing. humans have been scattering in all instructions. The earth used to be pulverized. i spotted the RUF boys have been not blocking off the lanes. They have been really inciting panic, forcing the exodus. while I reached Denka I needed to yell above the cries and screams. “Here! this manner! ” I pulled him to his ft and grasped his shoulder. His face used to be caked with pink airborne dirt and dust. His vacant eyes met mine, his mouth agape, his reduce lip quivering. I became him towards the bottom of the closest tree and started guiding him to protection. “You, cease! ” I pretended to not listen and went on jogging the blind guy towards the tree. abruptly, boots have been pounding around the compound. I blinked and hunched my shoulders, ready to be hit from in the back of. yet my elbow used to be grabbed and that i used to be swung violently round to confront the bellicose face and curling blackberry lip of 1 of the younger punks who had doused the chief’s condo with petrol. “You! ” he screamed. I acknowledged not anything. i couldn't. My physique was once like stone. Denka hung on to me as if I have been a rock. while the RUF boy hit me, the blow looked as if it would fall from afar, the inventory of the weapon descending in dreadful sluggish movement, so, whilst it struck me around the ear and cheek and that i was once thrown to the floor, i used to be extra astonished than damage. I tensed, looking ahead to to be kicked or shot. “N’Sala! Lef’m! ” i'll rarely see for the sweat and grime in my eyes. Then, like a determine noticeable via smoked glass, Musa Evangeli used to be striding towards me with an expression of what I took to be absolute derision. I knew the tip had come. i used to be a journalist. reporters have been specific. buddies of mine were tortured and killed, accused of passing info to ECOMOG or siding with the Kabbah govt. I knew this was once the instant of my loss of life. I regarded Musa within the eye, looking forward to a glimmer of popularity ahead of he ordered N’Sala to kill me. yet then he grew to become, distracted by means of anything he had heard or that had unexpectedly crossed his brain. And he was once striding away with N’Sala loping in his wake like a pariah puppy. Later i'd discover they'd long past to oversee the stripping of roofing iron from the homes ahead of they have been set on hearth. I limped again to Bala’s residence, the place a number of the ladies who were shot have been mendacity at the porch, nursed by way of the ladies who had remained with them or lower back there after the burning of the chief’s apartment. The trampled laterite within the backyard was once black with blood. A shabby vulture hobbled around the backyard like a damaged umbrella, solving us with its beady eyes. Others have been sitting on close by roofs, arching their scrawny necks. Over Sangbamba the smoke poured skyward. Tongues of flame have been spitting sparks excessive into the air.

Rated 4.80 of 5 – based on 16 votes