This is a great little book about an English guy studying the Fulani people in Cameroon and getting drawn into their complex lives. The humour is spot on, self-deprecating of course (he's English) and warm. Here's one of my favourite bits. Please note - animist religion isn't always the most politically correct thing. Neither is any religion for that matter. Just saying!
The circumcision-of-the-bow ceremony is just one of the complex rites by which a man moves from being a dead individual to being an ancestor available for reincarnation. ... The ritual involves the men running around naked except for penis sheaths and ends in a little play that all men can witness. It deals with the origin of circumcision in the beating of an old Fulani woman. She is played by one of the men, old, decrepit, excessively cantankerous and timorous. He dresses up in the bulky leaves favoured by old ladies and makes great play with bending down in such a way as to expose his genitals. This is hugely enjoyed by all the men present.
The highpoint involves the ambush of the woman by men who crouch down with sticks. All this has to happen under a special tree challed a Fulani Thorn. But sometimes there is no Fulani Thorn available and the tree must be played by a human actor. This part was assigned to myself.
Since the tree-actor is permitted only a penis-sheath as garb and has to wear certain branches of the unpleasantly thorny Fulani tree as a concession to naturalism, it is perhaps not a popular role.
All the men sat around afterwards smoking and drinking warm beer. There was some discussion as to who should spit on the widows of the dead man, so releasing them for remarriage.
I see this book now seems to be out of print, in a world where bookshops are groaning with shelf-fulls of Twilight, The Da Vinci Code, The Slap, 50 Shades of Self-Loathing and all the usual nonsense. The world is what it is. I don't have to like it much.