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Deadly Feasts: The "Prion" Controversy and the Public's Health Paperback – May 22, 1998
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- Print length274 pages
- LanguageEnglish
- PublisherSimon & Schuster
- Publication dateMay 22, 1998
- Dimensions6 x 0.62 x 9 inches
- ISBN-100684844257
- ISBN-13978-0684844251
- Lexile measure1340L
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"Classic medical detective story."– George Johnson, The New York Times Book Review
"An Upton Sinclair-ish look inside the modern meat industry...Rhodes tells this medical detective story beautifully."–John Schwartz, The Washington Post
"[Rhodes] is a wonderful storyteller, Deadly Feasts is a great mystery story."–Nancy Schapiro, St. Louis Post-Dispatch
"Deadly Feasts is a breezy, immensely readable account....It is a splendid description of the process by which scientific knowledge is advanced."–Claudia Winkler, The Weekly Standard
"In the science literature of Armageddon, Deadly Feasts is in a class by itself....Rhodes is able to make hard science come alive."–Peter Collier, Chicago Tribune
"Deadly Feasts is a book to be read and pondered carefully -- and perhaps acted on -- possibly before eating one's next hamburger."–Oliver Sacks, The New Yorker
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I Eat You
South Fore, New Guinea Eastern Highlands, 1950
Dark night in the mountains and no drums beating. No flute music like birdsong from the forest above the village -- the men controlled the flutes and this was women's business, secret and delicious, sweet revenge. In pity and mourning but also in eagerness the dead woman's female relatives carried her cold, naked body down to her sweet-potato garden bordered with flowers. They would not abandon her to rot in the ground. Sixty or more women with their babies and small children gathered around, gathered wood, lit cooking fires that caught the light in their eyes and shone on their greased dark skins. The dead woman's daughter and the wife of her adopted son took up knives of split bamboo, their silicate skin sharp as glass. They began to cut the body for the feast.
New Guinea was the last wild place on earth. Its fierce reputation repelled explorers. Micronesians canoe-wrecked anywhere in its vicinity swam the other way. Captain Bligh, put off the Bounty after his crew's notorious mutiny, gave the violent island wide berth. It was the largest island in the world after Greenland, fifteen hundred miles long, four hundred miles wide, shaped like a dinosaur with a central cordillera of mountains for a spine, rising out of the Western Pacific just below the Equator north of Australia, eastward of Sumatra and Borneo. Mangrove swamps fouled its tropical coasts; its mountainous interior rose barricaded behind impenetrable, leech-infested rain forests. Its people were Melanesian -- small, muscular, black, woolly-haired Stone Age fishermen, hunters and farmers -- divided into a thousand warring groups so isolated from each other by conflict and difficult terrain that they spoke more than seven hundred separate languages, one island's cacophony accounting for half the languages on earth.
By the time Dutch, German and English ships began to anchor at the mouths of the island's great tidal rivers, in the mid-nineteenth century, it was common knowledge among Europeans that the savages of New Guinea were cannibals. But there are cannibals and cannibals: warriors who eat their enemies, hating them, but also relatives who eat their kin in a mortuary feast of love. Fore women ate their kin. "Their bellies are their cemeteries," one observer remarks. "I eat you" was a Fore greeting.
Down in the garden in the flaring firelight, the dead woman's daughters ringed her wrists and ankles, sawed through the tough cartilage, disjointed the bones and passed the wrinkled dark hands and splayed feet to her brother's wife and the wife of her sister's son. Slitting the skin of the arms and legs, the daughters stripped out muscle, distributing it in dripping chunks to kin and friends among the eager crowd of women. They opened the woman's chest and slack belly and the smell of death wafted among the sweet-potato vines. Out came the heavy purple liver, the small green sac of the gallbladder cut carefully away from the underside and its bitterness discarded. Out came the dark red heart gory with clotting blood. Out came the looping coils of intestines, dully shining. Even the feces would be eaten, mixed with edible ferns and cooked in banana leaves.
They knew the work from slaughtering pigs. They parted out the dead woman by the same kin rights they followed parting out pig, but men got the best parts of pig. Men claimed the small game they shot and trapped in the forest as well, the possums and lizards and the rare flightless cassowary whose legs supplied fine flutes of bone they could wear in their noses. Women grew gardens of beans, sweet potatoes and sugarcane, nourishing but bland, and supplemented their mostly vegetarian diet with roasted hand-sized spiders and fat grubs. Men lived separately from women and children, following their wives into their gardens to copulate, sharing the big men's lodge with the older boys. Men believed contact with women weakened them. They resented the fecundity of women. Men seldom ate the dead and then only the red meat, surreptitiously.
The crowd of women and children got busy at collecting and chopping as the body of the dead woman diminished. (Her name survives as a discreet abbreviation in a medical thesis: Tom. Tomasa?) One of the daughters doing the butchering cut around the neck, severed the larynx and esophagus, sawed through the cartilage connecting the vertebrae, disjointed the spine and lifted the head aside. The other daughter skinned back the scalp skillfully, took up a stone ax, cracked the skull and scooped the soft pink mass of brain into a bamboo cooking tube. Their cousins, the North Fore, cooked bodies whole with vegetables in steam pits lined with hot stones, but the South Fore preferred mincing the flesh of the dead and steaming it with salt, ginger and leafy vegetables in bamboo tubes laid onto cooking fires. They ate every part of the body, even the bones, which they charred at the open fires to soften them before crumbling them into the tubes. The dead woman's brother's wife received the vulva as her special portion. If the dead had been a man, his penis, a delicacy, would have gone to his wife.
From the coast, the mountainous interior of New Guinea looked like a single range of peaks, but Australian gold miners following traces of color -- gold dust in the streams -- up into the mountains in the late 1920s discovered a vast unknown interior between multiple parallel ranges. High, temperate mountain valleys sustained a population of more than two hundred thousand people in villages and hamlets cleared from primeval pine forests, a true Shangri-La. When the first white men crossed into the high valleys, their arrival stunned the isolated highlanders, who did not even know the ocean existed beyond the mountains that closed them in. Old motion pictures show the highlanders laughing, crying, shuddering with excitement at their first encounter with the white apparitions; they imagined them to be their kinsmen returning from the dead. They knew nothing of guns and showed no fear of them, but ran away in terror the first time an Australian took out his false teeth. They were true democrats and pledged fealty to no chiefs, but they distinguished big men from ordinary men and from men who were nothing. They wore beaded and feathered headdresses, nose bones, necklaces of pig tusks and aprons of woven bark or grass and smeared their bodies with fire char and rancid pig fat against the insects and the cold. Men carried stone axes or longbows. Some of them affected phallocarps instead of aprons -- braggadocio penis sheaths made of great curving hornbill beaks or ornate sea shells traded up from the unknown coast. Women wore grass skirts and went bare-breasted. They cut off finger joints in mourning, wore mourning necklaces of the dried hands of lost babies, carried a husband's rotting head in a woven bag, a bilum, on their backs for months after his loss, suffering the stink.
Eating the dead was not a primordial Fore custom. It had started within the lifetime of the oldest grandmothers among them, at the turn of the century or not long before. They learned it from their neighbors to the north. It spread to a North Fore village and word got around. "This is sweet," an anthropologist reports the Fore women saying when they first tasted human flesh. "What is the matter with us, are we mad? Here is good food and we have neglected to eat it. In future we shall always eat the dead, men, women, and children. Why should we throw away good meat? It is not right!" The meat was sweet and so was the revenge the women took thereby against the men who claimed the best parts of pig -- pigs the women had sometimes suckled at their own breasts. They did not eat lepers or those who died of diarrhea, but the flesh of women killed by sorcery they considered clean. Dying Fore asked to be eaten and assigned their body parts to their favorites in advance.
An anthropologist named Walter Arens published a book in 1979 claiming that cannibalism has always been a myth everywhere in the world, a tale told at third hand not to be believed. To the contrary, cannibalism was a fact everywhere in the primitive world, the Old World and the New, and still sometimes emerges. Fossilized human bones with cut-marks bear witness in European caves across seven hundred thousand years. A dissident Chinese journalist, Zheng Yi, discovered officially sanctioned cannibalism of the livers of class enemies in the province of Guangxi during the decade of Cultural Revolution that began in the People's Republic of China in 1966.
The Fore admitted their cannibalism freely to the first Europeans who questioned them, though they gave it up when missionaries and Australian police patrols pressed them to do so in the late 1950s -- Sputnik was beeping overhead -- and deny it today. Whatever its connection with ritual, cannibalism in New Guinea was also a significant source of protein, two American anthropologists have calculated: "A local New Guinea group of one hundred people (forty-six of whom are adults) which obtains and eats some five to ten adult victims per year would get as much meat from eating people as it does from eating pork."
The women at their mortuary feast butchered and cooked down in the garden, but they ate in private, carrying the steaming bamboo tubes back to their separate women's houses, sharing the feast with their children. A young American doctor who came a few years later to live and work among them thought their eating habits almost as surreptitious as the toilet habits of Westerners. It wasn't that they were ashamed of eating the dead -- they were just as surreptitious with pig. Eating meat was orgiastic. The men said that the women were insatiable, wild, like the forest. When the men pulled the wild grass at the edge of the forest they said it was women's pubic hair. Marriage barely tamed them.
Lately, more and more Fore women had been dying of sorcery, which only men practiced, a fatal bewitchment they called kuru. Kuru meant shivering -- with cold or with fear -- and by 1950 it was claiming women in every Fore village. The Fore men earned a fearsome reputation across the highlands as sorcerers. Once the shivers of kuru began, the bewitchment progressed inexorably to death. Women bewitched with kuru staggered to walk, walked with a stick and then could no longer walk at all. Before losing the ability to swallow they got fat and the flesh of those who died early of pneumonia was rich meat.
Copyright © 1997 by Richard Rhodes
Afterword © 1998 by Richard Rhodes
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- Language : English
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- ISBN-10 : 0684844257
- ISBN-13 : 978-0684844251
- Lexile measure : 1340L
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Richard Rhodes is the author of 25 works of history, fiction and letters. He's a Kansas native, a father and grandfather. His book The Making of the Atomic Bomb won a Pulitzer Prize in Nonfiction, a National Book Award and a National Book Critics Circle Award. He lectures widely on subjects related to his books, which run the gamut from nuclear history to the story of mad cow disease to a study of how people become violent to a biography of the 19th-century artist John James Audubon. His latest book is Hell and Good Company, about the people and technologies of the Spanish Civil War. His website is www.RichardRhodes.com.
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The narrative begins with Kuru, a fatal, wasting disease of the stone age Fore tribe in New Guinea. The story journeys to the laboratories of North America, to the pages of scientific journals, and the research centers of Great Britain, until the astonishing connection is made with Creutzfeld-Jacob disease, an apparently congenital neurologic wasting disease of humans, and scrapie, a shockingly similar disease of sheep! To anyone with a passing familiarity with the topic, the twin suns of the Nobel Laureates Carleton Gadjusek and Stanley Prusiner are well known, but how they outshine so many stars of equal brilliance in the prion saga, such as Bill Hadlow, the first to make the serendipitous connection between Kuru and Scrapie. Why a sheep veterinarian happened to be reading the British medical journal Lancet, I'll never know, but it should be an inspiration to us all to study harder!
As the epic moves forward, the prion enigma, before a scientific curiousity, is cast into the public limelight by the public health crisis surrounding mad cow disease. The famous political controvery surrounding some possibly questionable activities of the ambitious Stanley Prusiner is reviewed, but not in nearly as much depth as some of the other reviews have suggested. Also, Gadjusek's arrest for allegedly molesting a teenage boy in his care is reported, but not to discuss this subject in great detail was a tasteful decision on the part of the author, as it is peripheral to the scientific story.
The book provides an admirably detailed account of the hard science behind the TSEs. For example, every biological text or review article I have read about the subject has concluded that mad cow disease is scrapie, resulting from horizontal transmission from sheep to cattle, but this is not the truth. The cellular changes in the brains of individuals with mad cow are more similar to those of kuru than scrapie, suggesting that it is a separate disease entity. Likewise, I never realized there are many different strains of scrapie, similar to conventional viruses.
All in all, Deadly Feasts will be a profitable read for anyone with interest in the medical sciences, especially for those who enjoyed books like De Kruif's Microbe Hunters, a favorite of Gadjusek himself.
Despite the copious pages of hagiography about him, it only has one paragraph mentioning Gajdusek's arrest. Nevertheless, the author still finds space to both blame and cast doubt on the victim: "one of the many young people Gajdusek impoverished himself to educate...accused him of forcibly molesting him when he was a teenager. Since the young man was a champion high school athlete, those who knew him found the accusations hard to credit." This is pretty shameful, given the author must know Gajdusek held financial power over all of his victims. He goes on to say that Gajdusek "negotiated a plea deal for those charges that involved prison time", neatly gliding over the fact that Gajdusek pled guilty.
In 2009, Gajdusek admitted on camera to molesting many, many boys, but the book is not updated to reflect this. Indeed, he is the first person mentioned in the Acknowledgements section, for "generously" helping with the book at "a time of great personal turmoil", presumably meaning "in jail for a crime to which he pleaded guilty". There was more than enough evidence for a man as smart as the author was to admit the truth, but he never does. Given the book is entirely about science, you would think truth would be more highly valued!
Half excellent science writing, half hagiography of a deeply sick man, this book is a mixed bag. I cannot recommend it.