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- REVIEWS, Page 73BOOKSCannibal Country
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- By JOHN ELSON
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- TITLE: The Happy Isles of Oceania
- AUTHOR: Paul Theroux
- PUBLISHER: G.P. Putnam's Sons; 528 PAGES; $24.95
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- THE BOTTOM LINE: Another excellent adventure by the great
- grump of travel writing.
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- It was a journey that began, at least symbolically, on a
- gloomy Sunday in Christchurch, New Zealand. Cooped up in a hotel
- room so dreary that he drank the contents of the mini-bar, Paul
- Theroux was continents away from his London home, newly
- separated from his wife, afraid that he might have cancer (not
- so, it turned out) and depressed by the prospect of war in the
- Persian Gulf. "Get me out of here," he said to himself and
- headed for the wilderness -- because, he wrote, "as long as
- there is wilderness there is hope."
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- The result is Theroux's ninth and possibly best travel
- book, an observant and frequently hilarious account of a trip
- that took him to 51 Pacific islands, from New Guinea to Easter
- Island to Hawaii. His goal was to retrace, in part, the bold
- voyages of early Polynesian seafarers who gave this vast area
- a common culture, now corrupt and moribund. Theroux took the big
- hops by plane or ship. But his preferred mode of travel was a
- collapsible, 16-ft.-long French-made kayak, which he paddled --
- carefully -- through dangerous waters infested by crocodiles,
- sharks and stinging Portuguese man-of-wars.
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- Theroux was bothered less by the terrifying fauna than by
- many of the people he encountered. The ethnic put-downs of The
- Happy Isles might be considered racist were it not for the fact
- that the author is clearly an equal-opportunity disdainer. New
- Zealanders are shabby and provincial, he complains. Aussies are
- rude, foulmouthed and drink too much. Tongans are lazy,
- quarrelsome and mean to their children. Samoans are greedy,
- hostile and obese, perhaps because their junk-food diet consists
- mostly of "Cheez Balls" and corned beef saturated with hippo
- fat. (Did their liking for the latter, Theroux wonders, derive
- from their ancestors' enjoyment of "long pig" -- that is, human
- flesh?) And almost everywhere he found God-swanking
- missionaries, usually Mormons or Methodists, who seemed
- mesmerized by the thought of preaching the gospel to islanders
- who were once notorious for practicing cannibalism.
- "Missionaries and cannibals," Theroux muses, "make perfect
- couples."
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- Food was terrible everywhere in the Pacific, Theroux
- discovered, although he was bemused by such oddities as omelets
- made from enormous eggs laid by the megapode birds of Savo in
- the Solomon Islands. (His verdict: "The yolkiest eggs I had ever
- seen.") To be sociable, the author occasionally took swigs of
- kava, the mouth- and mind-numbing intoxicant of the islands,
- which is made by chewing the root of a plant known as Piper
- methysticum and then mixing the blob with water. The best kava,
- connoisseurs assure him, comes from root masticated by pretty
- teenage girls.
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- Theroux's title, of course, is heavily ironic. Instead of
- happiness, he mostly finds apathy, ugliness and poverty -- not
- to mention once pristine waters fouled by industrial and human
- waste. The nearest thing to the imagined paradise of Hollywood
- sarong epics is the Big Island of Hawaii, where last July he
- watched an eclipse of the sun. The experience, Theroux writes,
- was akin to "the onset of blindness." When the sun returns, he
- kisses the woman next to him. "Being happy was like being home,"
- he exults, and every reader will know why.
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