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...refers to himself as "a man" -and the same selflessness marks their customs. "Be one!" Papik says, urging another hunter to share his wife. In fact, Inuit share everything from basic emotion to their most irresistible delicacy-a violet paste made of bird slime, seal guts, maggoty meat, rotten blubber and premasticated birds. Papik's father deliberately wounds himself to make his injured son less lonely in his pain...
Nevertheless, the Peary-Cook controversy smolders on, as dark and smelly as an Eskimo's blubber lamp. The Pearyites generally stand pat on the slushy record. Cook's boosters, like California Biographer Hugh Eames, author of Winner Lose All, tend to heap benefits where there is clearly doubt and portray their man as an unworldly underdog, victimized by the Establishment. Eames' assertion that Cook reached the North Pole on April 21, 1908, is not even borne out by Cook himself, who would not vouch for the accuracy of his instrument readings beyond a "reasonable certainty...
...cultural comment it's worth. There is a Moby Dick thoroughness about the subject: Roth did a lot of homework in Cooperstown, and there is an ambling love of detail for its own sake that recalls Melville's novel (which, by the way, Roth calls "five hundred pages of blubber"). The innuendoes of the game itself and the episodic richness of the narrative blot out attempts at conventional literary metaphor, as when some players visit a famous brothel peopled by wet-nurses, who sing lullabies for $2.50 a tune. These scenes don't work as "Literature", probably because they...
However, a species classification yesterday by experts ruined the possibility of a lovable "sea monster" legend being passed down to future generations and at the same time deflated the value of thousands of "Cecil blubber" souvenirs taken from the creature Sunday at its dry-dock home on a Scituate beach...
...twilight suffused the snow with an eerie blush when a DC-3, equipped with ski pontoons, bounced to a landing on the ice of Foxe Basin north of Hudson Bay. The first passenger off the plane, Judge William Morrow, hurried to the nearby community hall, which was redolent of blubber, untanned sealskin and oil. Without bothering to shed his mukluks (heavy sealskin boots), he pulled on the traditional black robe, white collar and tabs, and red sash of his office. Court was in session. For the tiny (pop. 540) Eskimo village of Igloolik, which has existed since...