Deception is the only felony wrote:
How can you even ask that?
The guy turned them into a caricature - The wise, and noble savages whose "primitive" and "natural" ways can be hocked to affluent "civilized" people . Then he proceeded to make a career talking about what these "savages" taught him. The guy is disgusting.
rojo wrote:Ca[n] you please elaborate how he exploited their culture?
You're wrong about the caricature. I would have agreed with you after reading the book once. I taught it in a course here at Ole Miss ("The Literatue and Culture of Running") and read it several more times, closely. McDougall actually deploys primitivist rhetoric early in BORN TO RUN when he first invokes the Tarahumara, but he's doing that self-consciously, as a way of setting up his later, and considerably deeper, investigation of what they're about. By the end he's made it clear that El Caballo is staging a reunion of sorts, in his first big race, between an ultrarunning subculture of sorta-kooks (and somewhat serious and misunderstood people, too) and runners from an Indian tribe who share some, though not all, of the same values. El Caballo is the bridge; he's the kook who has gone native. But he's also a complex guy who, despite McDougall's prone-ness to caricature, ends up emerging as a fairly complex guy.
So yes, McDougall does initially depict them as the guardians of the fountain of youth crossed with the ultimate frat party, but he gives all that a chance to fade away into the fellowship of the race.