For nature lovers who enjoy audiobooks, Strange Company is now available on Audible. Listen to a sample, narrated by Nikiya Palombi. I am delighted to hear my essays rendered so beautifully. And thanks again to Mark McNease of MadeMark Publishing for believing in me and this venture.
Scrolling through tribal photos, I discovered the Mentawai culture, people indigenous to the islands of West Sumatra. Isolated from Sumatra’s mainland, their culture endures, largely unaltered, a culture of deep spirituality and earth friendly customs.
The first thing that struck me was the fitness of the older tribespeople, not the disproportionate physiques of gym-goers, but the taut muscles and spare frames of people aligned with nature from birth to death. Their principal food is the sago palm; each tree cut down is immediately replaced. Men hunt wild pigs, primates and deer, while women fish and harvest fruits and vegetables. Clothing is simple: loincloths for the men, banana leaf skirts for the women. Both sexes sharpen their front teeth, for aesthetic reasons, and both are heavily decorated with line tattoos. Tattoo artists are respected for their work, and those who undergo the painful process (a sharpened animal bone is dipped into charcoal and repeatedly hammered into the skin) do so gladly and stoically. Looping necklaces of colorful beads are worn by most of the tribespeople, along with bracelets and armbands. The windowless communal houses are constructed of bamboo and grass, with wood floors on stilts to protect from floods and predators.
The second thing that caught my eye in these photos was the look contentment among the elderly. The men appeared cheerful; the women exuded a general satisfaction, a composure, a sureness, not common in our culture. Few people in the United States would trade their cars, homes and grocery stores for life in the jungle, but the photos of the gently smiling Mentawai women make me wonder: What constitutes personal freedom and how much of it do we really have?
Sometimes while shopping, I experience a flush of satisfaction as I cruise past the items that don’t pertain to me: baby food, condoms, curling irons, hair coloring kits. Ignoring all that energy and advertising confers what feels like power. I also snub the cosmetics, aisle after aisle of them (though I do brush a little color on my cheeks each day to appear more alive). I did use makeup when I was a young woman—mascara, eye liner, eye shadow, lipstick—the whole mob; even streaked my hair. Ironic that now, with my shrinking eyebrows and gray hair, I have turned my back on the props.
In a culture that values youth and beauty, aging is not easy, particularly for women. As toddlers we begin to perceive the sovereignty of Barbie and Cinderella, and woe to little girls who are not conventionally pretty, who will be molded by this knowledge in ways they will not understand. I like to think that compensation awaits these girls, that having less to lose, getting older will be a bit easier.
Stopped in traffic one time, I looked to my left, at a woman behind the wheel of a Mercedes coupe. For a moment our eyes met and she tried to smile—perhaps she thought she managed it; what I saw was a grimace, the skin so taut it appeared to be covered with cellophane. Her eyelids were drooping under the weight of false lashes, her mouth was a fire red gash and her hair—the color of cantaloupes—was elaborately rigged on top of her head. She was fierce, this woman. She had time in a stranglehold and she was not giving up an inch. She was losing, she knew it, but she was not giving up.
I don’t have that kind of fight in me, don’t want to battle the years I have left. As far as I’m concerned, the only practical response to aging is forgiveness, excusing each new erosion as it appears. What can we do with our body but love it, love it all the more for its diminishing street value.
I think about the old Mentawai women, what they would think of makeup and hair dye and plastic surgery. These things would have to be explained to them, and even then they would not understand the motivation, in the same way that the Dalai Lama did not understand the term “low self-esteem” when he was first learning about western culture.
For the Mentawai people aging is a matter of fact. In the most important sense of the word, they are free, as they were all along, without knowing it. As Americans, we cannot fathom these lives of self-acceptance; we may as well try to think our way into the mind of a grasshopper. Shackled, we cannot imagine life any other way.
Here is an audio sample from my new essay collection, Strange Company. Enjoy the beautiful voice of Nikiya Palombi.
Thanks to MadeMark Publishing, the paperback edition of Strange Company is now available. My deep gratitude to Mark McNease for making this dream come true.
“In Strange Company, a delightful collection of short essays, Jean Ryan brings us closer to the natural world. From lizards to lady bugs, from the inscrutable sloth to the resplendent quetzal, Ryan reveals some of our commonalities with earth’s creatures and hints at the lessons we might learn from them. Do lizards fall in love? What do sloths think about all day? Why is the blood of a horseshoe crab so valuable? Do starlings flock for fun? Can a parrot serve as a therapist? Do turtles ever grow bored with their long lives? Why would a crow foster a kitten? Can snails be fearless? These are just a few of the questions Ryan poses in Strange Company as she invites the reader on a wild journey through land, sea and sky. While these essays acknowledge our responsibility to Mother Nature, the insights they offer are affirmative and heartening. With her precise, elegant prose, Ryan draws us into the tantalizing world of animals and their oddities.”
For those who’d rather hold a book than a device, the new edition of Lost Sister is now available in paperback. Set in Berkeley, CA, this is a story of love, suspense, heartbreak and redemption. The bond between a mother and child is legendary, but the love between sisters can be no less fierce. What lengths would you go to for your own sister?
Thanks to the efforts of Mark McNease of MadeMark Publishing, a new digital edition of my novel Lost Sister is now available. You can sample the first two chapters for free. Thrilled to see this story come alive on Kindle, and with a brand new cover!
This book is dedicated to sisters everywhere, and especially mine.