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Now
Fly Away
By
Margaret Black
The
Reindeer People: Living with Animals and Spirits in Siberia
By
Piers Vitebsky
Houghton
Mifflin Company, 464 pages, $28
When the great ice sheets retreated, many cold-adapted animals
followed them, closely pursued by Paleolithic human hunters.
But eventually humans reached places where winter cold was
so intense, and food sources so negligible, that their movement
north might have halted, had it not been for the reindeer
(caribou in America). At some point an extraordinary kind
of semi-domestication—more a temporary partnership—took place.
Reindeer travel enormous distances at such speed that the
ancients believed they could fly, a myth kept alive even today
with Santa Claus. By riding certain amenable reindeer and
persuading others to draw sledges, humans could keep up with
the ever-moving herds, thereby maintaining ready access to
meat, milk, and the skins necessary for their survival. Reindeer
fur, with its highly evolved hollow hairs, is so insulating
that the organs of a dead reindeer will ferment beneath uncut
skin, rather than freeze solid as they will with other animals.
For millennia, a culture of self-sufficient nomadic reindeer
herders flourished across the furthermost reaches of northern
Europe and Asia. Even when explorers from tsarist Russia “discovered”
such people in Siberia—bringing smallpox and alcohol along
with trade—they left the nomads’ way of life largely undisturbed.
Then came the Soviet revolution. These new overlords wanted
to exploit natural resources located in the inhospitable north,
but they also intended to “modernize” everyone, including
the nomads.
Piers Vitebsky, author of The Reindeer People, is an
anthropologist at Cambridge University who specializes in
shamanistic practices (the word “shaman” originates in Siberia).
In 1988, with perestroika slowly opening Soviet doors,
he finally received grudging permission to visit the Eveny,
a reindeer-herding community far north of Yakutsk. Over succeeding
years, as the Soviet Union devolved into Russia and assorted
pieces, Vitebsky visited many times, in all seasons. He became
deeply involved with several families, learning their practices,
their relationships, their beliefs, and their own vision of
themselves. He also witnessed the collapse—and response to
it—of almost all markets and services that the Soviet state
had once forcibly integrated into Eveny life.
This book covers an enormous array of material, but it does
so with unusual ease and grace. Vitebsky combines conversational
stories of moving camp, rounding up strays, sawing off antlers,
eating reindeer stew, and hunting sables in the dead of winter
with analytic paragraphs deftly packed with information. Even
the loose narrative sections convey a great deal of information
beyond surface description. On his winter hunt, Vitebsky comes
across an old couple living independent of the village, and
one herding brigade is stubbornly composed from a single family,
including females: Granny, a supposedly “simple” daughter,
and a granddaughter—showing how at least some individuals
managed to evade central management directives.
The Soviet goal “was to convert northern native peoples to
a ‘sedentary’ way of life. But this created a Catch-22, which
remains the central problem of the reindeer herders’ existence
today. Apart from mining, there is no way that humans can
make a living on this landscape except in partnership with
the reindeer; and they cannot live with the reindeer except
by following their perpetual migration.” Inevitably the villages
became the locus of women (ordered to sew fur garments and
perform other jobs), children (going to school), and non-native
specialists (vets, teachers, party administrators), so village
“culture” came to diverge almost completely from that of the
men out in the taiga caring for the herds. Since the 1990s,
with the evaporation of state services (vets, doctors, markets,
regular helicopter flights, salaries, retirement income),
the locals have been thrust back upon themselves. But now,
alas, they are also debilitated by dissatisfaction, despair,
and vodka. In addition, enormous, continuing environmental
damage, including significant radioactive contamination, has
come to light, in part through its disastrous impact on local
health.
Disruption of relations between the sexes is probably the
most destructive Soviet legacy. “Their own women see the herders
as coarse and uncouth. . . . The sight of a drunken herder
in his home, surrounded by sober women, is made all the more
painful by the knowledge that this is the twisted outcome
of a systematic policy to undermine the family.” And yet these
men are not total clods. They read—Lermontov, Yourcenar’s
Memoirs of Emperor Hadrian, a book on the Inca gods.
They talk about the effect of the Channel Tunnel on tariffs.
Their riding reindeer have names like Sancho Panza, Cleopatra,
and Margaret Thatcher.
Not only did the Soviets liquidate old chiefs and shamans,
they also continued to silence any voice that deviated from
party directives. This makes it difficult now to find leaders
capable of reorganizing Eveny life. But subversive thinking
and action did exist. Sometimes the realities of herding required
it. Other ideas, however—making gifts to the land, the fire,
to water; interpreting dreams; having animal doubles—seem
to represent irrepressible elements of the old culture. All
village burials, even of accountants and administrators, include
a sacrificed reindeer, so the dead can fly to a new life.
But best of all in this excellent book is Vitebsky’s discussion
of the reindeer themselves, a fascinating species and still
a mystery. Why can’t wild reindeer be tamed at all now when
at one time it must have happened? Why don’t “domesticated”
reindeer stay domesticated? Reindeer so profoundly affected
ancient peoples living in more southerly regions that generations
after the reindeer disappeared to the far north, the people
would bury horses wearing helmets of artificial reindeer antlers
and would tattoo their bodies with reindeer flying to the
sun. In the author’s hands, these animals do indeed appear
a magical species.
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