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...make a clear choice between buying American and buying something else." But Star-Kist can also claim to be selling American tuna, since some of its production is packed in Puerto Rico--a commonwealth that sends a nonvoting Representative to Congress--and in the U.S. territory of American Samoa...
Sometime in 1891, Robert Louis Stevenson completed a novella-length narrative about the South Pacific called The Beach of Falesa. By this time, the Scottish-born and immensely popular author was living in Samoa, at a far remove from his publishers in London and New York City; an answer to a letter sent by steamer mail took three months to return. As a result, Stevenson delegated loose authority over his manuscripts to several confidants, to speed up both the process of getting into print and the payment of his royalties. But editors on both sides of the Atlantic were perturbed...
Even as a young woman of 27, about to earn her first fame as the author of Coming of Age in Samoa (1928), Mead seemed an odd sort of anthropologist. She was a city person, passionately attached to Manhattan, who positively disliked the country. She became claustrophobic in native huts. She had little taste for artifacts. Her passion was for collecting people. From the time she took charge of her playmates' games, Mead proved a relentless organizer of others, regardless of their sex. In college, she formed the "Ash Can Cats," her first extended family, and bound these classmates...
Engaged at 16, Mead garnered and jettisoned husbands with a kind of innocent ruthlessness. She was married to Luther Cressman, a minister with an interest in sociology, when she went to Samoa. On the way back she met a young New Zealand scholar, Reo Fortune, soon to be husband No. 2. In 1932, while Fortune and Mead were doing research in what is now Papua New Guinea, they met Gregory...
...Mead could be exacting with colleagues, she was scarcely less demanding of her friends. People she had not seen for a while were subjected to "marathons of conversation, often exhausting." From Samoa to Greenwich Village, it seemed, she was everybody's mother-an irony not lost on Mary Catherine Bateson, now an anthropologist herself, who judged Mead to be "less than fully nurturant" when it came to her own daughter. Bateson expresses bittersweet amusement at her mother's boast that when Baby Cathy was six weeks old, "we let the nurse go and took care of her ourselves...