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...fact, the consolidators have driven prices so high in some markets that they have opened new opportunities for the growing alternative-funeral industry. Russell Moore, a cultural anthropologist, located his Casket Gallery International--which sells low-priced caskets--on the outskirts of Dallas. He based it there precisely because SCI, Loewen and Stewart had such a huge presence in the region. "Many families are literally being priced out of the funeral industry," he says. "They're choosing cremation, or they're trying to do it themselves...
DIED. MARJORIE SHOSTAK, 51, anthropologist who wrote about the !Kung San tribe in Africa's Kalahari Desert; of breast cancer; in Atlanta. Shostak lived with the tribe and mastered its difficult clicking language...
...peace is generally kept, and transgressors are quickly punished. The reason for such order is simple: among bonobos it is the females that enforce the laws. The strategies used in the bonobo world might work in our own, according to Demonic Males (Houghton Mifflin; $24.95), a new book by anthropologist Richard Wrangham and science writer Dale Peterson...
...deceased appeared to be a male Caucasian--that seemed clear from the long, narrow skull and prominent nose. He'd been dead for decades, at least, and probably longer. James Chatters, an anthropologist based in Kennewick, Washington, could tell that much from just a quick examination of the cranium and broken jawbone the coroner brought him last July. But Chatters wanted to know more. So he went to the banks of the Columbia River, where two college students had come across the skull, and managed to find most of the skeleton. The arm and leg bones suggested that the dead...
Solondz observes all this activity from an objectifying distance, very much the anthropologist trekking through the heart of darkness. He is, perhaps, too relentless in his grimness, too unforgiving. But there is a certain perverse integrity in his depressive's gaze, something weirdly compelling in his refusal to ingratiate himself with his audience. You keep waiting for him to crack a smile, offer a consoling gesture, express some softening sentiment. He does not. And if there is much that is withering in his contempt, there is also something bracing in the loony tunelessness of this hymn to human dispirit...