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Ishi in Two Worlds: A Biography of the Last Wild Indian in North America Editorial Review:
The life story of Ishi, the last Yahi Indian, lone survivor of an exterminated tribe, is unique in the annals of North American anthropology. For more than forty years, Theodora Kroeber's biography has captivated readers. Now recent advances in technology make it possible to return to print the 1976 deluxe edition, filled with plates and historic photographs that enhance Ishi's story and bring it to life. Ishi stumbled into the twentieth century on the morning of August 29, 1911, when, desperate with hunger and terrified of the white murderers of his family, he was found in the corral of a slaughter house near Oroville, California. Finally identified as a Yahi by an anthropologist, Ishi was brought to San Francisco by Professor T. T. Waterman and lived there the rest of his life under the care and protection of Alfred Kroeber and the staff of the University of California's Museum of Anthropology. Karl Kroeber adds an informative tribute to the text, describing how the book came to be written and how Theodora Kroeber's approach to the project was a product of both her era and her special personal insight and empathy. Illustrations: 32 color illustrations, 108 b/w photographs
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One of my ten best books
Where was the Pulitzer committee the year this biography appeared? Mrs. Kroeber captured a difficult subject with historical and technical command and emotional and human depth. One comes away with a sense that if Ishi was representative of primitive man, civilized man does not compare all that better. I disagree with the review below that Drs. Kroeber, Waterman, etc. used Ishi somewhat demeaningly. Ishi had an ethic of self-sufficiency. His museum work enabled him to earn board and room plus a sufficient salary while working in his own field of expertise. In this way, he and his friends left an immense contribution to anthropology, one that Mrs. Kroeber has described in one of the most compelling biographies any adult or child will ever read.
"Ishi In Two Worlds..."
There is much in the history of the United States that we do NOT hear about in school. (The "victor" writes "history".) For example, how we treated the Native Americans. In the earlest part of the twentieth century, in places in this country, Native Americans (human beings) were still being treated as wild animals and hunted for sport on weekends. (Successful "hunters" received a monetary "bounty'" for scalps!)
Is the only good Indian (Native American) a dead one? Is there such a thing as "Manifest Destiny" or "The White Man's Burden"? I see NO evidence that a "Stone Age" culture was respected at all. Every--every--culture that I have investigated has an explanation for the origin (creation?) of human beings. Did the "Great Spirit" really blow smoke across sticks to "create" man? Did it take six "days"? Did "creation" take place at 10:00 AM on a date in April six thousand years ago? Are "scientists" fabricators? Are dinosaur skeletons fakes? Were those stupid "primitives" not smart enough to build the pyramids in Egypt or in the Western hemisphere? Were pyramids built by "extraterrestials"? Is there such a thing as "independent invention"?
Does the word "illiterate" mean "stupid"? (In our present culture, the word does seem to imply stupidity.) Although I wasn't there at the time, I am reliably informed that Charlemagne, as an adult, taught himself to read, but that he never did get the "hang" of writing. Some exceedingly intelligent persons--even in nomadic cultures--did not read or write.
Our house guests have ALWAYs received a copy of ISHI. Theodora Kroeber's book(s) about ISHI give insight into our treatment of Native Americans. In retrospect, it shows a skilled appreciation for a completely different culture. Ishi would have been outstanding in any culture. The book "Ishi In Two Worlds..." is, itself, outstanding. I recommend it. JS
Meet the Monster....and He is Us
It isn't too common for me to start crying by the ending of a book. But this story brought me to tears. I really came to admire this reticent and dignified man, and the people who befriended him, and it saddens me to think of all the other people like Ishi who were mercilessly slaughtered. Ishi is really a representative of that hunted and slaughtered class, a class that existed right here on this California soil, and a slaughter which was perpetrated by people I thought I admired: the good old cowboy types.
This is a story of epic character (Ishi's) and epic cruelty. Please do not misunderstand me: this is not a book which has any intent of guilt-tripping anyone. But it did take me by surprise, because you can talk about slavery all day long, or the Nazis, and I feel no relation, no nexus between myself and those crimes. But, here, I felt a little weird. The degenerate conduct is very close to home, literally and figuratively. I had cowboy guns and chaps as a kid, and I pretended to shoot Indians. And that is a really pathetic thing to pretend, because Ishi was an Indian, and I've learned he was just like you and me. He and his people were rational and empathetic. There had to have been a more humane way to co-exist.
"The true ghastliness of these events is that they were carried out not by alien monsters but by people shockingly like you and me."--Karl Kroeber in the Foreword to the book written by his mother. That's exactly right. This book describes how Ishi's family and tribe was basically hunted down and exterminated right in front of his eyes as a child, in at least two major massacres and a few other lesser atrocious moments. It breaks your heart. I always thought the Indians scalped the settlers. In this book, it is the local sheriff and his gang of quasi-criminals that is scalping the Indians, including their children, in retaliation for a theft of some beans or the killing of a cow, or some other handy excuse. "No state in the Union surpassed the Golden State in systematically and shamelessly harassing, murdering, and stealing from its native inhabitants." Since I live in California, this strikes a painful chord as well. The data cited by Ms. Kroeber is compelling and I suspect unrefuted. The conduct she describes is well documented and uncontested. These Indian peoples were treated like vermin, just a little over a hundred years ago, right where your wine grapes are now growing, or nearby.
I'm perhaps unduly emphasizing negative themes. I just learned of these events, or perhaps I should say I just finally comprehended them while reading the book. They struck me out of the blue. This education about nearby and recent enormous cruelties is just a part of the reading experience, however, and isolating these events does this fantastic story no favor, and I apologize. Rest assured, this is a life-altering book, and I've mentioned only the part which shocked me in a negative way.
Ishi the man is a wonderful character, he is warmly introduced and developed here, and I can think of no character, real or fiction, which I came to care about more than Ishi. He was capable, strong, polite, free from bitterness, totally alone. His champions and protectors, Professors Kroeber and Waterman, and Dr. Popey, I came to admire and respect and envy. I loved the depictions of wild nature, and Ishi's ability to make handicrafts, a skill-set described in fabulous detail by Mrs. Kroeber. You may want to make an arrowhead or a bow based on her description. Ishi recommends Mountain Juniper for your bow-making, so heed his advice, he was master.
The writing is first-rate. Mrs. Kroeber was herself a scientist, and her book takes an artful but methodical approach to the events--both tragic and hilarious-- it describes: the way of the Indians; the way of the Yana (Ishi's tribe); the experiences Ishi endured during his hard life in the wild; the discovery of Ishi; the revelations from Ishi; the "camping trip" with Ishi in his old home territory (and his anxiousness to return to the city: he learned to love beds, toilets, stoves, towels, and the other "clever" inventions of the white man); and Ishi's demise from tuberculosis.
I am one of those people who marks up a book as I read it. My copy had virtually every page marked up by the end. This book is so thought-provoking and idea-rich on so many levels it will take me years to fully asimilate it.
One of the newspaper reviewers is quoted on the cover: "A book every American ought to read." True. And, I suspect, every American will be deeply enriched and rewarded for the effort. But the ending is still sad, when you think of what Ishi endured and how little time he had in his hard, hard life to enjoy things. I kept imagining the things I would show Ishi if I had the chance: Disneyland; a Rolling Stones concert; a Benny Hill video, lasagna, a motorcycle ride.
He only spoke about 600 English words by the end, but you will understand him very well. And, I'm confident, he will be someone you deeply respect.
Ishi in Two Worlds
Stunning. Only 100 years ago and the atrocities were numbing. Don't read this if you don't want to be ashamed of how our ancestors dismissed the rights, culture, and wisdom of native Americans. By the end of the book, I felt as though I was sitting with Ishi, quietly appreciating the abundance of nature and the solace of family and tribe. The book is fifty years old and some of the vocabulary and phrasing is quirky, but there is a reverence that is unmistakable.
HUMANS-COME TOGETHER!
ALL humans can benefit from reading this fact based book. ISHI was a real MAN, and his humbleness and genuine qualities are what young people should strive to match!
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