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380 pages, Hardcover
First published April 24, 2012
I felt a gust of breath and then a soft, firm tap on my crown and the damp spray of a snort. Anyone can receive the blessing of the temple pachyderm for a few rupees, which the elephants are trained to collect with their trunks. It's nearly as common as incense in south India. But at the end of that long day, near the end of a journey I once said I'd never make, in search of some connection to an ancestry I'd never known, it meant something to take part in that ancient Hindu ritual. It may have been a sacred rite to some long-forgotten ancestors, before we, like so much of the world, split from our tribes and our gods. The symbolism of the act was powerful to me all the same, maybe even spiritual on some undefinable level – to feel small and vulnerable beside this big, timeless rock, on my knees before a beast that could crush me with a sneeze – the six-tonne pet of the Kurumbas; the workhorse of the British; an icon of wisdom, memory, India, and, of course, the circus.
Thought to have lived about 59,000 years ago, this Adam (unlike the Biblical Adam) is not cast as the first man on Earth but rather as the one man whose male descendants survived to populate the rest of the planet.
Women are relatively absent in historical paper trails. Women too rarely wrote wills or paid taxes, joined the military or owned property. More often they themselves were property.