27.10.2014 Views

Russel-Research-Method-in-Anthropology

Russel-Research-Method-in-Anthropology

Russel-Research-Method-in-Anthropology

SHOW MORE
SHOW LESS

Create successful ePaper yourself

Turn your PDF publications into a flip-book with our unique Google optimized e-Paper software.

216 Chapter 9<br />

Lett<strong>in</strong>g the Informant or Respondent Lead<br />

If you can carry on ‘‘unthreaten<strong>in</strong>g, self-controlled, supportive, polite, and<br />

cordial <strong>in</strong>teraction <strong>in</strong> everyday life,’’ then <strong>in</strong>terview<strong>in</strong>g will come easy to you,<br />

and <strong>in</strong>formants will feel comfortable respond<strong>in</strong>g to your questions (Lofland<br />

1976:90). But no matter how supportive you are as a person, an <strong>in</strong>terview is<br />

never really like a casual, unthreaten<strong>in</strong>g conversation <strong>in</strong> everyday life. In<br />

casual conversations, people take more or less balanced turns (Spradley 1979),<br />

and there is no feel<strong>in</strong>g that somehow the discussion has to stay on track or<br />

follow some theme (see also Merton et al. 1956; Hyman and Cobb 1975). In<br />

unstructured <strong>in</strong>terview<strong>in</strong>g, you keep the conversation focused on a topic,<br />

while giv<strong>in</strong>g the respondent room to def<strong>in</strong>e the content of the discussion.<br />

The rule is: Get people on to a topic of <strong>in</strong>terest and get out of the way. Let<br />

the <strong>in</strong>formant provide <strong>in</strong>formation that he or she th<strong>in</strong>ks is important.<br />

Dur<strong>in</strong>g my research on the Kalymnian sponge fishermen <strong>in</strong> Greece, I spent<br />

a lot of time at Procopis Kambouris’s taverna. (A Greek taverna is a particular<br />

k<strong>in</strong>d of restaurant.) Procopis’s was a favorite of the sponge fishermen. Procopis<br />

was a superb cook, he made his own w<strong>in</strong>e every year from grapes that<br />

he selected himself, and he was as good a teller of sea stories as he was a<br />

listener to those of his clientele. At Procopis’s taverna, I was able to collect<br />

the work histories of sponge fishermen—when they’d begun their careers, the<br />

tra<strong>in</strong><strong>in</strong>g they’d gotten, the jobs they’d held, and so on. The atmosphere was<br />

relaxed (plenty of rets<strong>in</strong>a w<strong>in</strong>e and good th<strong>in</strong>gs to eat), and conversation was<br />

easy.<br />

As a participant observer, I developed a sense of camaraderie with the regulars,<br />

and we exchanged sea stories with a lot of flourish. Still, no one at Procopis’s<br />

ever made the mistake of th<strong>in</strong>k<strong>in</strong>g that I was there just for the camaraderie.<br />

They knew that I was writ<strong>in</strong>g about their lives and that I had lots of<br />

questions to ask. They also knew immediately when I switched from the role<br />

of participant observer to that of ethnographic <strong>in</strong>terviewer.<br />

One night, I slipped <strong>in</strong>to just such an <strong>in</strong>terview/conversation with Savas<br />

Ergas. He was 64 years old at the time and was plann<strong>in</strong>g to make one last 6-<br />

month voyage as a sponge diver dur<strong>in</strong>g the com<strong>in</strong>g season <strong>in</strong> 1965. I began to<br />

<strong>in</strong>terview Savas on his work history at about 7:30 <strong>in</strong> the even<strong>in</strong>g, and we<br />

closed Procopis’s place at about 3 <strong>in</strong> the morn<strong>in</strong>g. Dur<strong>in</strong>g the course of the<br />

even<strong>in</strong>g, several other men jo<strong>in</strong>ed and left the group at various times, as they<br />

would on any night of conversation at Procopis’s. Savas had lots of stories to<br />

tell (he was a liv<strong>in</strong>g legend and he played well to a crowd), and we had to<br />

cont<strong>in</strong>ue the <strong>in</strong>terview a few days later, over several more liters of rets<strong>in</strong>a.<br />

At one po<strong>in</strong>t on that second night, Savas told me (almost offhandedly) that<br />

he had spent more than a year of his life walk<strong>in</strong>g the bottom of the Mediterra-

Hooray! Your file is uploaded and ready to be published.

Saved successfully!

Ooh no, something went wrong!