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305 pages, Kindle Edition
First published March 14, 2017
"Let's go with the evidence." He warmed into the topic, swirling the ice in his scotch. "Don't give me, 'I like Neandertals.' Who cares if you like Neandertals? Oh, and the other argument I love is, 'We don't want to be mean to Neandertals, they're like brothers to us.' Meanwhile, Neandertals lived 250,000 years. We've been around maybe 160,000 years and I think we're going to extinction really fast. So what are you going to tell a Neandertal when you meet him on the street? Are you going to say, 'Hey, aren't you happy to be just like one of us?' He's going to look you in the eyes and say, 'Fuck you. I don't want to be like you.'"Author Bahrami can indeed speak prehistory like a pro, but what she really is is a bon vivant par excellence, a woman who loves her wine and loves her booze and loves nice hotel rooms and excellent food and beefy men, and she struggles to keep her two halves separated even within a paragraph:
Harold is one of the world's experts on Paleolithic stone tools and the skilled flintknapper who had made authentic Neandertal stone tools for the movie version of Clan of the Cave Bear (He liked to add that Daryl Hannah really liked his tool.) He had an archeologist-foodie's figure of a man unafraid of cooking with butter, cream, bacon and duck fat, all in the same dish. Moreover, he loved scotch. He loved big bowls of ice cream. He shared all these social glues generously...She explains her refusal to be boxed into one set of expectations this way: "You can't be a worm in your own turnip."
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Before I hightailed it to Burgos to find a place to sleep, I slipped off my backpack, sat at the hotel bar, ordered a beer and asked the innkeeper about the photographs. I knew she was the jefe, for in both photos there was was with Eudald Carbonell, his arm around her shoulders as Jose Maria Bermudez de Castro held before them a 1.2-million-year-old tooth belonging to Homo antecessor. The two men possessed very virile mustaches.
We were here for a closer chronological consideration of Pech II and Pech IV (two caves). The only way to Pech II was through Pech I, a sort of cool reality. Like beads on a string, where at different times and for different reasons Neandertals had chosen to live. Here I was now visiting intimately, like the camera probe of a colonoscopy in fact...
“That's when I realized we all existed in a special place, one I called Café Neandertal. The mixed objectivity and subjectivity of these natives—archaeologists and locals alike—turns out to contain in a microcosm a whole lot about what it is to be human. We think, we perceive, we feel things about others, whether they lived now or half a million years ago. It also reveals the workings of that mystery box between our ears, one guided as much by genes as by natural selection, the environment, and perception.”
“…life in the past looked more like what we know life to be: dynamic, changing, full of options and choices that never quite represent a whole culture in one slice of time, certainly not in one set of tools. Process was now in the picture and people who liked nice neat stories had to get used to the fact that their photograph of the past was really a single frame in a movie.”
“‘All we really have of them are their stone tools and some fossils. That's not enough to build a whole story on, but it is enough to show they were successful, highly intelligent, and best of all, lived with the incredible knowledge about the world around them and did not alter it.’ [—Didier] That's actually saying a lot. How many of us can say these things about ourselves?”
“Add a "maybe" to everything in this field, and also, don't let the ink dry.”