It's very rare that I come across a book that I consider invaluable, but Kapuscinski's slim valedictory volume is one such work. At its heart, the book -- a collection of speeches and articles published posthumously -- deals with the apparently incurable and universal human tendency to treat some of their fellow humans as less than human -- as "other". That tendency is what makes possible genocide, racism, discrimination, and many of the other intractable problems that loom ever-larger as the world becomes more globalized and we are forced to deal with groups we consider 'other' more frequently than ever before. Some of the questions associated with 'otherness' are at the core of global conflicts: how can we, for instance, reclaim our heritage and take pride in it without rejecting anyone who does not share that heritage as "other" and not deserving of respect? A real interest in travel -- as opposed to sightseeing -- and deep curiosity about the world are as rare today as in the days of Herodotus, millennia ago, Kapuscinski argues. Thankfully, he was not only a wonderful writer but an active and observant traveler, drawing on the observations of anthropologist Bronislaw Malinowski (who noted that whites who lived on the Trobriand Islands had a completely misleading understanding of the local islanders because they lived parallel lives that never overlapped; Malinowski lived in the center of a local village.) Kapuscinski's his analysis of his personal other -- someone non-white, with a strong national or tribal identity and a strong religious identity (what he replies when he is asked whether he believes in God, he writes "will have immense influence on everything that happens thereafter" in his relationship with his questioner) is particularly compelling. But he further still, pondering how that other perceives him -- because to that individual, Kapuscinski himself is the "other". For all the philosophical ruminations that are implied in the issues that Kapuscinski addresses, this book is written is such a simple, straightforward and powerful way that it is accessible to anyone. At its core, he argues, there is a broad human family to which we all belong. Increasingly, we are going to become aware of that reality, in response to mass migration and emigration into countries that have until now remained relatively isolated on an ethnic basis. He may be an idealist, of course. "We are entering... the Planet of Opportunity," he argues, a world in which history may not be destiny. In a cry from the heart, he concludes by arguing that only generosity of spirit is the right way to transform the "other" into the familiar -- and "touch a chord of humanity in him." This work is a sad reminder of what we have lost with the death of Ryszard Kapuscinski, a great humanist in the true meaning of that word. For those not familiar with his books, I'd urge you to accompany reading this work with his final opus, a quasi memoir, Travels with Herodotus (Vintage International) or one of his books about Africa, where many of the ideas in this book first took root, such as The Shadow of the Sun. S MacGee
