The Anthologies: Taboo: The Anthologies
By Tahir Shah
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During a career of thirty years, Tahir Shah has published dozens of books on travel, exploration, topography, and research, as well as a large body of fiction.
Through this extraordinary series of Anthologies, selections from the corpus are arranged by theme, allowing the reader to follow certain threads that are of profound interest to Shah.
Spanning a number of distinct genres – in both fiction and non-fiction work – the collections incorporate a wealth of unpublished material. Prefaced by an original introduction, each Anthology provides a lens into a realm that has shaped Shah's own outlook as a bestselling author.
Regarded as one of the most prolific and original writers working today, Tahir Shah has a worldwide following. Published in hundreds of editions, and in more than thirty languages, his books turn the world back to front and inside out. Seeking to make sense of the hidden underbelly, he illuminates facets of life most writers hardly even realize exist.
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The Anthologies - Tahir Shah
For Stephen Fry –
An inspiration and an example to us all.
The Anthologies:
Africa
Ceremony
Childhood
City
Danger
East
Expedition
Frontier
Hinterland
India
Jungle
Morocco
People
Quest
South
Taboo
By Tahir Shah:
Travel
Trail of Feathers
Travels With Myself
Beyond the Devil’s Teeth
In Search of King Solomon’s Mines
House of the Tiger King
In Arabian Nights
The Caliph’s House
Sorcerer’s Apprentice
Journey Through Namibia
Novels
Jinn Hunter: Book One – The Prism
Jinn Hunter: Book Two – The Jinnslayer
Jinn Hunter: Book Three – The Perplexity
Hannibal Fogg and the Supreme Secret of Man
Hannibal Fogg and the Codex Cartographica
Casablanca Blues
Eye Spy
Godman
Paris Syndrome
Timbuctoo
Midas
Zigzagzone
Nasrudin
Travels With Nasrudin
The Misadventures of the Mystifying Nasrudin
The Peregrinations of the Perplexing Nasrudin
The Voyages and Vicissitudes of Nasrudin
Nasrudin in the Land of Fools
Stories
The Arabian Nights Adventures
Scorpion Soup
Tales Told to a Melon
The Afghan Notebook
The Caravanserai Stories
Ghoul Brothers
Hourglass
Imaginist
Jinn’s Treasure
Jinnlore
Mellified Man
Skeleton Island
Wellspring
When the Sun Forgot to Rise
Outrunning the Reaper
The Cap of Invisibility
On Backgammon Time
The Wondrous Seed
The Paradise Tree
Mouse House
The Hoopoe’s Flight
The Old Wind
A Treasury of Tales
Daydreams of an Octopus & Other Stories
Miscellaneous
The Reason to Write
Zigzag Think
Being Myself
Research
Cultural Research
The Middle East Bedside Book
Three Essays
Anthologies
The Anthologies
The Clockmaker’s Box
The Tahir Shah Fiction Reader
The Tahir Shah Travel Reader
Edited by
Congress With a Crocodile
A Son of a Son, Volume I
A Son of a Son, Volume II
Screenplays
Casablanca Blues: The Screenplay
Timbuctoo: The Screenplay
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First published by Secretum Mundi Publishing Ltd, 2020
THE ANTHOLOGIES: TABOO
© TAHIR SHAH
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ISBN: 978-1-914960-46-8
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Contents
Introduction
Waking the Dead
Is Eating People Wrong?
The Crane Boys
Curse of the Skeleton Dealers
Foetus Soup
No Little Girls
An Exorcism
Eyes on Toast
The Avenging Soul
House of the Jinn
King of the Thugs
Where Widows Go to Die
Stranger Things
Lip-O-Suction
Bloodbath Chess
Sir Joseph Banks
Bonded Labour
Snake-Handling
The Slave Auction
Women on Death Row
Who Am I?
The Human Leopard Society
A Toast to Slavery!
Rat-man
The Orisha Stone
Introduction
AS I UNDERSTAND
it, Captain Cook brought the word ‘taboo’ back with him on his journey from Polynesia, in which tabu was used in the Tongan dialect to mean ‘forbidden’.
Certain ideas and values fascinate me profoundly.
One of them is the way society permits all kinds of things and prohibits others – often for no apparent reason. I’m not saying all taboo behaviour is right. A good many carnal practices are most definitely wrong, as are other offensive ways of conduct. But it seems to me as though individual societies are programmed to condone certain acts and to shun others.
I’ve been extraordinarily privileged to experience layers of life that most people never have the chance to observe. My good fortune lies in my restless nature, coupled with a burning desire to drill down through layers. Never satisfied with witnessing a place in an obvious one-dimensional way, I prefer to challenge myself when observing anything – from a mug of hot tea at a street-side stall in Tibet, to the perilous stretch of Interstate 10 between Phoenix and California.
The draw for me is to dissect what I’m presented with through the various lenses in my armoury. My favourite is the lens of absurdity – the kind meted out by the wise fool, Nasrudin. Another is the lens of making connections: linking one stray detail to another, until patterns emerge. A third is a lens devoted to identifying layers that are buried so deep that they’ve never been seen – not even by the locals.
As I zigzag around the world, I’m drawn to anything that’s perceived to be off-limits – whether it be a way of behaving, thinking, or operating. At the same time, I am attracted in a magnetic way to societies that exhibit a counter-culture set against that of the Occidental one in which I was raised.
In my early twenties, I went in search of the communities in Madagascar in which twins are regarded as cursed – so much so that they are often abandoned at birth. Being a twin myself, I was intrigued at how such a profound part of me was regarded as utterly taboo.
Village elders explained their reasoning by saying that twins were rejected because they brought misfortune on the community. The mothers of twins I met told me that they were at fault, and had begged forgiveness for producing unacceptable offspring.
Before leaving Madagascar, I visited one last village in which far more twins than normal were living. Like me, most of them were fraternal and not identical. I assumed women who had given birth to twins had taken refuge there, but was informed this was not the case. Rather, the numbers were due to an above-average existence of twins being born.
I enquired whether the standard taboo was maintained in the village. The mothers to whom I was speaking all broke into laughter and wagged their hands left and right.
‘Of course not!’ one exclaimed. ‘Look at us – does it look as though we’re cursed?!’
‘We’re blessed twice over!’ a second woman cried out.
Not long after I departed Madagascar, I read about an anthropologist in a French newspaper who’d been working to rid the island of the taboo. Having raised funding through an NGO, he gave large donations to villages in which twins were born. The money was reserved for communal projects rather than for the families of twins.
Within a few months, the newspaper article explained, the reluctant elders dropped the taboo, and pocketed the cash. Delighted at the news, I saw it as a victory for sanity.
Years later, I read another piece about the same Madagascan village. I expected to learn how the taboo was long since gone. But it was not the case. When the anthropologist and his funding had disappeared a decade earlier, the prohibition on twins had returned.
Foreign support for villages with twins dried up, and life became very hard indeed in communities that had relied on the money. People who had learned to live with small luxuries found themselves destitute once again – unprepared for poverty.
Enraged, the village elders asserted that the foreign money, and the withdrawal of it, had been yet another manifestation of the curse of the twins.
Tahir Shah
Waking the Dead
JOSÉ LUIS SAID
I was interested in the ancient people of the Atacama.
He explained that I’d come across the ocean, from the ‘Land of Diana’. When he thought I wasn’t listening, he added that my heart was strong; I could not be frightened.
Juan went over to the corner and delved his hands into a cardboard box. He returned a moment later with a parcel, wrapped in brown paper.
‘We found this seven years ago,’ he said, as he handed it to me.
Gripping the package between my knees, I pulled apart the sheets of paper. Had I been a believer in susto, it would have got me right then. I jerked backwards. On my lap was a mummified human head.
Juan said that since they had found the trophy head in a grave behind the house, they had been blessed with good fortune.
‘We honour it at Christmas, at Easter and festival times,’ he said. ‘It’s a part of our family, as much as anyone else.’
The head had all the classic hallmarks of the ancient Nazcan techniques. The skin was intact, although preserved with a clay-like preparation. The eyes were sealed shut, the lips pinned together with thorns; and a carrying string had been threaded through a hole, trepanned through the brow. My interest in tsantsas, shrunken heads, had introduced me to all kinds of trophy heads.
Ethnologists have long debated whether human trophy heads were those of dead relatives, slain warriors, or even of people sacrificed at the graveside. Whatever the truth, one thing is certain – the trophy heads found at Nazca are expertly mummified. The general consensus is that the skin was peeled away, before the heads were boiled. Then, when the brain had been cleaned out, the skin was reapplied and layered with preservatives.
I was struck by the likeness of the trophy to the tsantsas for which I had such a fondness. Shrunken heads, like Juan’s trophy, were typically suspended from a string, and had the lips skewered with splinters of chonta palm. This prevented them from calling out to members of their own tribe. (Similar, too, are the trophy heads from Nagaland, in India’s North-east, which have buffalo horns fixed to the ears, to stop the head from hearing its rescuers.)
Juan was pleased at my praise for his trophy. No house, he said, should be without such a possession, an honour to the ancestors.
‘I’ll get you one,’ he beamed.
‘Where from?’
Juan’s face erupted in laughter.
‘Sígame, follow me,’ he said.
We trooped out of the house, past the sleeping guard-dog, and on through the warango trees. The noon sun rained down, scalding our backs. Juan led the way across a flat expanse of dust.
Waving the flies from his face with his hat, he pointed to a steep bulwark.
‘Up there...’
The farmer, José Luis and I staggered up the bank. The sand was so fine that a footprint disappeared as soon as it was made. It was littered with bottles, plastic bags and tin cans. A handful of thorn trees clung to the soft sand, providing some leverage as we clambered up.
Climbing over the top of the hill was like emerging from the trenches into no man’s land. The scene was one of unimaginable devastation. Not even a Calcutta body dump could compare. There were human remains everywhere. Mummified bodies, recently hacked from their graves, their skin leathery, yet preserved. The plateau was pitted with thousands of tombs; their sides fallen in, the contents either stolen or strewn about. The bleached-white bones were too numerous to count. They shone in the sunlight, the last remains of an ancient people, forsaken by their ancestors. I saw ribs poking up out of the sand, femurs and jaws, the