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Bittersweet
The Moral Economy of Taste and
Intimacy in an Amazonian Society
also make and are made by the local forces and temporal rhythms
Amy Leia McLachlan
first of these texts, Kinerai describes the origin of our life in the
Amy Leia McLachlan
At once,
the breath released
by the mothers heart,
there
took the form of the plant of sweet manioc.
The mothers spirit,
furthermore, took the form of the plant of peanut.
The Mother of Relief
in this way
took form
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So it is.
From then on
once again
in Father Buinaimas heart
there is breath of fire.
At once,
the mother herself
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The Mother and Father of the human world effectively make one
another through the transformation of illness and agitation into
sweetness and abundance in the form of plant foods. These reciprocal
transformations then bring about the abundance of gardens and
hunting. Breath takes form as people, plants, and animals, and as
the abundance of a well-healed social world. Plants and people alike
multiply through the reciprocal action of the Father Buinaima and the
Mother of Sweet Manioc, of Relief, and of Sweetness.
And then
if one dreams of many plants of sweet manioc growing,
many women and girls will be born.
And if one dreams of coca plants
many boys will be born,
the same [if one dreams of] tobacco plants.
(Candre 1996: 61)
Dont be lazy,
because you will disgrace us;
you wont say naughty things.
One teaches. (Candre 1996: 79)
bitter tasting medicines, and particularly bitter fish and herbs) are
described as lethal to early pregnancy, and bitter pills such as
aspirin are attributed abortive and contraceptive efficacy. Bitter
emotions were often attributed the same effects in disrupting repro-
duction. A number of women recounted suffering miscarriages due
to bitter affective states, including the grief caused by a loved ones
death or departure, or anger aroused during a domestic dispute.
Blanca described how upon discovering that her husband had been
maintaining another woman during most of her pregnancy, she was
convulsed with a bitter rage that led her to abort twins: Fue la
rabia que me amarg por pura rabia avort. (It was the rage that
made me bitter out of pure rage I miscarried.) While sweetness
is vital to the extension and expansion of kin relations through labor,
exchange, and the making of new persons, bitterness is not only
an aftertaste of failed reciprocity, but also an agent in the undoing of
relationality.
Amargura is also, however, a primary condition in the production
of quotidian materiality. Bitter manioc is the basis of the foods at
the centers of daily and ritual commensality, including thick breads
(cassave), toasted granules (farinha), steamed stuffed palm leaves
(far), dark chili sauce (tucup a reduction of hot chilis, ants, and
the poisonous excretions of fermented manioc pulp), and sweet
starchy drinks (caguana). This base material of everyday life is also
a lethal poison. If not properly rendered, the starchy roots of yuca
brava (manihot esculenta) turn treacherously on their cultivators.
Instead of filling contented bellies to satiated fullness, they bloat
them suddenly and painfully, causing illness and inverting the flow
of food exchanges and growth. The soothingly cool fibers of the
roots that Doa Rosalda liked to hold against her burning cheeks
while she expertly stripped them of their rough peels are saturated
with cyanogenic glucosides. This toxin must be removed through
a complex, multiday process of grating or soaking, mashing and
sieving, which occupies women in heavy work that they nonetheless
describe as sweet. The majority of Uitoto resguardo womens lives
are spent in the propagation, care, and rendering of these bitter roots
into sweet consubstantial sociality.
As illustrated in the nightmarish warnings women gave me as they
taught me each step in the process, improperly converted manioc
poisons the bodies of the entire commensal network. A terrifying
story was occasionally wielded by older people to tease me or to
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the stinginess of city people and the miserable quality of the things
they eat half-rotten fish sold by treacherous third-hand vendors,
beat-up plantains priced at five times their value, 5,000 pesos for
a single green pineapple! En el monte, vendors would comment,
somos ricos; tenemos comida y agua fresco, aire limpio. En la
ciudad, nadie te ofrece ni un vaso de agua. (In the bush, we are
rich; we have food and fresh water, and clean air. In the city, no one
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husband had fought so badly that she had taken off for the city,
shedding her garden and the burden of kin relations that it condensed.
She lived off her own work, making chicken and rice tamales to sell
on the street, and taking in sewing. Te cuento, as viva contenta,
tranquila. Trabajaba bien, ganaba mi plata, tena mi casa y mis hijos.
Y no tena nadie para molestarme. (I tell you, I lived contented this
way, peaceful. I worked hard, earned my money, had my house and
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the very nature of food its potential for making and extending
The Moral Economy of Taste and Intimacy in an Amazonian Society
cocaine in the late 1980s. After a pause filled with the twilight roar
of frogs and insects, I asked him if he was afraid to die. Emilea,
he announced, exhaling protective smoke across his sinewy legs,
death isnt painful. Its sweet, like falling asleep.13 I had frequently
heard mournful stories from other neighbors about dying during
malarial fevers and leaving their bodies to wander the inhuman
forest, but I was surprised both by Juan Joss characterization
of death as pleasant, and by what came next. One time I was
mambeing [consuming toasted coca powder] and I took some pills
for my hernia before I lay down in my hammock to rest for a minute.
I lay there and I felt so heavy and so sweet. I could here Rosa
cooking; I could hear the world and everything around, but as if from
a distance, and all I wanted to do was sleep.14 Rosa interrupted from
her hammock, I was there cooking, she pointed to the smoldering
hearth, and I saw his body stiffening. I tried to wake him up, or move
him, but he was completely rigid. So I took a kilo of sugar and mixed
it in water, and forced it into his mouth, trrran, then another kilo,
trrran, into his mouth, then another, trrran three kilos of sugar! And
then slowly, slowly he woke up.15 She drew on her cigarette and
looked me proudly in the eye. I was dead, Juan Jos said, and
it was so sweet.16 Rosas expert and stubborn sweetening powers
the same ones that had kept her tied to Juan Jos and to the life
of her resguardo garden in spite of his alcoholism, imprisonment,
and infrequent but terrible violence insisted that he remain where
he was, in the midst of a world of mutual obligations. Indeed, in a
shifting landscape of social precarity and economic vulnerability, the
disconnection of death may seem sweet; but where that landscape
is cultivated by a Uitoto expert in the rendering of moral sociality,
ordinary life can be even sweeter.
Acknowledgments
Many thanks to David Howes, David Sutton, Carlos Londoo Sulkin,
Diana Rosas, and Christopher Sheklian, as well as the anonymous
reviewer at The Senses and Society, for their generous comments
on earlier versions of this article. Thanks also to Frances Slaney
and participants of the Explorations in Sensory Anthropology
Symposium at CASCA 2010, where this paper was first presented,
for their invaluable feedback. This research was made possible
by funding from the Social Sciences and Humanities Council, the
Tinker Foundation, and the Center for Latin American Studies at the
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Notes
1. From Candre Text 5: On the Source of Strength (1996: 149).
2. See David Howes (2005) on the sensorium.
3. This research was conducted over twelve months between
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