As we mentioned in class the revelations in Bronislav Malinowski’s diary contributed to the “crisis” anthropology experienced surrounding the intersection of methdologies, power, and representation in the 1970s and 80s.

From Clifford Geertz’s review of the book in the New York Review of Books (1967):

The significance of this [book] for anthropology's image of itself is shattering, especially since that image has been so self-congratulatory. Indeed, for a discipline which regards itself as nothing if not broad-minded, it is most unpleasant to discover that its archetypal fieldworker, rather than being a man of catholic sympathies and deep generosity, a man who his Oceanist contemporary R. R. Marett thought could find his way into the heart of the shiest savage, was instead a crabbed, self-preoccupied, hypochrondriacal narcissist, whose fellow-feeling for the people he lived with was limited in the extreme.


Here is a segment of the book, including the introduction and a relatively random section of the diary itself.