336 pages, William Morrow, ISBN-13: 978-0062116154
So, one day many years ago I visited my parents and, virtually from the second I walked in the door, my Dad shoved this book, Savage Harvest: A Tale of Cannibals, Colonialism, and Michael Rockefeller’s Tragic Quest for Primitive Art by Carl Hoffman into my hands and said, “Here. Read the first chapter”. So I did, and…DAMN.
So, a little background: Michael Clark Rockefeller was the fifth child of New York Governor and former U.S. Vice President Nelson Rockefeller, the grandson of American financier John D. Rockefeller, Jr., and the great-grandson of Standard Oil cofounder John D. Rockefeller; he disappeared during an expedition in the Asmat region of southwestern Netherlands New Guinea (which is now a part of the Indonesian province of Papua) under mysterious circumstances.
In Savage Harvest, Carl Hoffman claims to have finally solved this old missing persons case while also illuminating a people transformed by years of colonial rule and a culture that continues to be shaped by ancient customs – like, for instance, F*CKING CANNIBALISM. Combining history, art, colonialism, adventure and ethnography, Savage Harvest is a mélange work and a fascinating portrait of the clash of cultures that resulted in the death of one of America’s richest and most powerful scions.
In order to solve this decades-long mystery, Hoffman traveled to the jungles of New Guinea to retrace Rockefeller’s steps while immersing himself in a world of headhunters and cannibals (still doing their thing in 2013, so it would appear), a world of secrets, spirits, hidden customs and forbidden rites – like, for instance, killing a man, decapitating his corpse, cooking his head and eating his brains in order to gain something of his spirit. I repeat...DAMN.
While getting to know many members of the Asmat people – interviewing the elders of the tribe and discovering just what happened to his subject fifty-years before – Hoffman also sorted through many never-before-seen original documents. This after the exhaustive searches of the time uncovered no trace of Rockefeller – and the rumors that he’d been killed and ceremonially eaten, a gruesome tale that the Dutch denied and the Rockefeller family disbelieved but that, according to Hoffman’s research, would appear to be all too true.
This is an enlightening and disturbing book to read – and for any of my bleeding-heart liberal friends who insist on moral relativism and the basic equality of all cultures, I challenge you to read the first chapter of Savage Harvest and not thank God that you weren’t Michael Rockefeller.