Summary of Carl Hoffman's Savage Harvest

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#1 The sea was warm, and Michael was able to swim five to ten miles off the coast of southwest New Guinea. He knew that the shore behind him receded quickly, and that the water was shallow. He should be able to stand when he was still a mile from shore.

#2 He was a Rockefeller, and he knew what was expected of him. He was responsible for doing good things, big things, and making something of himself. He wasn’t in a rush. He was swimming for his sister, for his best friend, for the Asmat people. He wasn’t afraid.

#3 In the early morning, as the sky began to light up, he was finally able to see the trees clearly. He was exhausted, but the dawn gave him some strength. He swam for hours, and then rested. He knew he would make it.

#4 They saw him, fifty of them, resting in eight long canoes along the mouth of the Ewta River. It was six in the morning. The sun was already rising, and the air was humid. The men were black-skinned, with strong features and high cheekbones. They had no fat, and they didn’t know sugar.

• Language: English
• Publisher: IRB Media
• Release date: May 5, 2022
• ISBN: 9798822501607

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Insights from Chapter 1

Insights from Chapter 2

Insights from Chapter 3

Insights from Chapter 1

#1

The sea was warm, and Michael was able to swim five to ten miles off the coast of southwest New Guinea. He knew that the shore behind him receded quickly, and that the water was shallow. He should be able to stand when he was still a mile from shore.

#2

He was a Rockefeller, and he knew what was expected of him. He was responsible for doing good things, big things, and making something of himself. He wasn’t in a rush. He was swimming for his sister, for his best friend, for the Asmat people. He wasn’t afraid.

#3

In the early morning, as the sky began to light up, he was finally able to see the trees clearly. He was exhausted, but the dawn gave him some strength. He swam for hours, and then rested. He knew he would make it.

#4

They saw him, fifty of them, resting in eight long canoes along the mouth of the Ewta River. It was six in the morning. The sun was already rising, and the air was humid. The men were black-skinned, with strong features and high cheekbones. They had no fat, and they didn’t know sugar.

#5

The men rowed south on the Arafura Sea, towards the Ewta River. They turned into a barely perceptible cut in the shoreline, where the ocean was silvery over black mud. They dragged the white man out of the canoe and slapped him on his skull. This is my head! screamed Fin, as the others gathered around, shouting and taunting.

#6

The men ate the brains, and then wrapped the skull in banana leaves and tucked it into Fin’s canoe. They paddled back to their village.

#7

I was on a boat crossing the mouth of the Betsj River, off the southwest coast of New Guinea. The Arafura Sea is an ocean of fifteen-foot tides, epic shifts of water, and an invisible swelling that daily slides into this flat swamp. It inundates the land, which