The Vault of Murmurs


I think now, looking back, that the dreams’ return can be dated to 1925, the moment of my arrival in the Sunda Strait. It began as insidious seepage, waves of vaguely familiar but disconnected fragments, whose secret cohesion I could dimly perceive.

I had been drawn to the Mu N’Ma by their reputed traditions of dream-sorcery, which offered a singular opportunity for converting my studies of Freud and Frazer into practical fieldwork.…