My Cocaine Museum

In this book, a make-believe cocaine museum becomes a vantage point from which to assess the lives of Afro-Colombian gold miners drawn into the dangerous.
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This globalizing is also seen in the companies that came to Colombia to manufacture it; for example his mention of the early mining expeditions by the Russians. Throughout the text, Taussig juxtaposes gold and cocaine and creates a materiality through their social histories and commonalities. What would a cocaine museum look like?

My Cocaine Museum

Placing these figures in a world in which reimagining is so conceptual that it serves to detract from a more concrete anthropological perspective renders the text less believable as a traditional ethnography. You are commenting using your WordPress.

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Notify me of new posts via email. Strange how the dog picks up what most of us feel but do not express. What would happen if we all growled when soldiers walked by? A whole town growling! How wonderfully appropriate to growl back at the state, mimicking it, growl for growl, watching it magnify in the fullness of biological prehistory, writing being but another form of hair rising on the back of the neck.

Review: My Cocaine Museum by Michael Taussig

Slap up against the wall of the forest, you get an acute sense of the thing called the state. To me this is more than a heightening of contradiction exposing something hidden. I think of it as natural history, the natural history of the state. Combining natural history with political history in a filmic, montage style, Taussig deploys the show-and-tell modality of a museum to engage with the inner life of heat, rain, stone, and swamp, no less than with the life of gold and cocaine.

This effort to find a poetry of words becoming things is brought to a head by the explosive qualities of those sublime fetishes of evil beauty, gold and cocaine.


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At its core, Taussig's museum is about the lure of forbidden things, charged substances that transgress moral codes, the distinctions we use to make sense of the world, and above all the conventional way we write stories. He is the author of eight books, including Shamanism , Colonialism, and the Wild Man: Taussig has spent much of the last three decades in Colombia, where he has been everywhere and, it seems, met everyone, from the descendants of African slaves who pan for gold on the coast to the ministers in Bogota, digging in their cabinets for missing files.

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My Cocaine Museum is a report from the field, but it is hardly traditional fieldwork. Taussig begins with a description of the Gold Museum in Bogota, a collection of golden artifacts plundered from the inhabitants of pre-Columbian Colombia. What follows is a kind of anti-museum, made of meditations on the uncollectible phenomena he has encountered on the country's remote Pacific coast: My Cocaine Museum tells the story that the Gold Museum hides, about the difficulty of life in the place gold and now cocaine comes from, a swamp where it rains three feet a month and the heat never goes away.