One last detail will complete my story.
Not long ago, I received an e-mail from Josh O'Connor. He wrote that he had received word from the editors of both Ethnology and the Southeast Asian Journal of Social Science. Almost two years earlier, he had done as Martiya had asked: he had typed up her two remaining manuscript papers, both ethnographies of life at Chiang Mai Central Prison, and sent them off. Now, after a pause so long that Josh had completely forgotten the contents of the papers themselves, he had received responses from the editors. Both papers had been accepted. The anonymous reviewers were congratulatory. The critics had no idea of the circumstances under which Martiya had written, and imagined her an academic anthropologist conducting fieldwork in the traditional manner. "A deep and profound sympathy for the subjects," wrote one critic; and another, "A superb and detailed contribution to the ethnographic corpus detailing the conditions of incarceration for women."
When the papers are eventually published, they will represent the totality of Martiya van der Leun's contribution, after almost thirty years in Southeast Asia, to the anthropological literature.
Enclosed with the acceptance letters were two small checks. And that was why Josh O'Connor was writing to me. Did I have any idea, he asked, what he should do with a check addressed to Martiya van der Leun? Did I think he could cash it?
A NOTE ON THE SOURCES
This novel began not as fiction but as a history of the conversion of the Lisu people of northern Thailand to Christianity. Then one afternoon, I woke up from a long nap with a plot in my head, and my history became a novel. At that moment, I abandoned any intention I had to tell a true story. The Dyalo do not exist, except in these pages. None of this stuff happened to anyone.
In the service of my original project, while living in Chiang Mai I spent hours talking with a number of missionaries. I would like to thank David Morse, Eugene Morse, Helen Morse, Joni Morse, the Reverend Andy Thomson, Gam Shae, and Jesse Yangmi for their generosity and time. My greatest debt, however, is to the late Gertrude Morse, whose wonderful, rich, and moving memoir, The Dogs May Bark: But the Caravan Rolls On (Joplin: College Press Publishing, 1998), informed so much of the writing of this book. Mrs. Morse gave me a glimpse of the profound faith, the reckless daring, and the absolute confidence required of a great missionary.
I also would like to thank Otome Klein Hutheesing. Ms. Hutheesing is an extraordinary scholar — and, as those who know her will gladly testify, an equally impressive woman. Her ethnography Emerging Sexual Inequality Among the Lisu of Northern Thailand: The Waning of Dog and Elephant Repute (Leiden: Brill, 1990) brings to life the secret world of a Lisu village. The time that I spent with Ms. Hutheesing gave me my clearest idea of how an anthropologist sees the world.
My description of the rice-planting cycle has relied on Edward F. Anderson's Plants and Peoples of the Golden Triangle: Ethnobotany of the Hill Tribes of Northern Thailand (Portland: Dioscorides Press, 1993). This is far and away the best introduction to the modalities of hill-tribe agriculture, and I recommend it heartily to anyone proposing to travel in northern Thailand. A reading of Mr. Anderson's ethnobotany will transform your understanding of the region. Another invaluable book for the traveler is Christian Gooden's Around Lan-na: A Guide to Thailand's Northern Border Region (Halesworth: Jungle Books, 1999). Mr. Gooden is fearless — he traveled the very remotest regions of northern Thailand on a motorbike, with his wife and their two-year-old daughter—exceptionally erudite, and a great storyteller.
Those who wish to stay home, however, can do no better than Richard K. Diran's marvelous photo collection The Vanishing Tribes of Northern Burma (London: Seven Dials, 1997). See if you can find the photos of Farts-a-Lot, Lai-Ma, and Hupasha!
The conversion of tribal highlanders to Christianity is a subject of considerable interest in the contemporary anthropological literature. I recommend very highly the whole of vol. 27, no. 2 (September 1996) of the Journal of Southeast Asian Studies, entitled Protestants and Tradition in Southeast Asia. I benefited particularly from Cornelia Ann Kammerer, "Discarding the Basket: The Reinterpretation of Tradition by Akha Christians of Northern Thailand" (pp. 320–49); and Edwin Zehner, "Thai Protestants and Local Supernaturalisms: Changing Configurations" (pp. 293–319).
I read, and reread many times, E. Paul Durrenberger's monograph Lisu Religion (Northern Illinois University, Occasional Paper no. 13, 1989). I can't claim that I really understood it, but his description of real Lisu rites, particularly medical rites, gave me the confidence to make my Dyalo as — well, weird is really the word I'm looking for — as I wanted them to be. Next time you pass through a good university library, spend a half hour in the stacks with Mr. Durrenberger's ethnography. You will be rewarded with a pleasant sense that the world is much, much larger, and much, much stranger than you imagined. (I suppose Lisu readers would have pretty much the opposite reaction.)
Research for this novel has introduced me to a wonderful genre of literature — the anthropological memoir. Two practitioners of this art stand out above all others: Nigel Barley and Hortense Powdermaker. I say with no hesitation whatsoever that Mr. Barley's The Innocent Anthropologist: Notes from a Mud Hut (New York: Penguin, 1983) is the best book of its genre, perhaps one of the best books ever. I also loved his succeeding books, Not a Hazardous Sport (New York: Penguin, 1988) and Ceremony (New York: Henry Holt, 1986). Mr. Barley taught me, to the extent that an outsider and neophyte can ever understand, just what an anthropologist does all day long, and how hard it is to do it.
Hortense Powdermaker is precisely the woman I would most like to sit next to on a very long plane flight: intelligent, experienced, with a sedate, dry wit. It was through her memoir Stranger and Friend: The Way of an Anthropologist (New York: Norton, 1966) that I was introduced to Bronislaw Malinowski and the South Pacific island of Lesu.
Also very useful was Peggy Golde, ed., Women in the Field: Anthropological Experiences (Berkeley: University of California Press, 1986), particularly Kathryn Brigg's essay, "Kapluna Daughter."
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
Having Lorin Stein edit my prose was a humbling experience — but also very exciting. First, he cut whole chapters — and he was right: I didn't need them. Then he suggested I cut dull pages; and while I was at it, a particular subplot or two that were just a little overwrought and labyrinthine. I believe what he wrote in the margin was "Snoozin' here." (On another occasion, he wrote, "No, no, no!" directly across the text; also, "Why, Mischa, why?") He eliminated wordy paragraphs, verbal tics, imprecise adjectives, just about all the adverbs, shoddy dialogue, and most of my pompous interjections. He was always right. Occasionally, I would get myself worked up into a righteous authorial lather and STET a deletion or two. After a few weeks, I'd go back and look at his suggestions again — and discover that he was, as usual, totally right. Lorin is also responsible for the novel's title, and he translated Psalm 23 into Dyalo.