John Frederic Gibson

This book is not for me. I thought from the description on the cover that it would be an amusing book of anecdotes about the author's time with the native peoples he was assigned to help. It wasn't much amusing. Written in the 1970s, he put the people under a microscope trying to suss out what made them tick. He may have had good intentions, trying to see the people as they were, and find out their real needs/wants rather than what the "white man" assumed they needed/wanted, but he came across as a scientist giving a dissertation for a thesis rather than a fellow human caught up in their world. Also, the print was tiny. I didn't finish this, but skimmed.… (meer)