Beyond what most people think about archaeology--with its cleanly numbered dates, and discoveries--lies a vibrant and controversial realm of scientists, thieves, and contested land claims. Here, naturalist and adventurer Childs explores the field's transgressions against the cultures it tries to preserve, and pauses to ask: To whom does the past belong? Written in his trademark lyrical style, this book carries readers directly into his adventures and discoveries, lifting the curtain on the ethical dilemmas and dark side of archaeology. It is a book about man and nature, remnants and memory, a dashing tale of crime and detection--in other words, a ghost story.--From publisher description.
This book is more about the spiritual connection we all feel to objects of a certain age and why we feel the need to possess and own such things.
I think the greatest thing I take away from reading this book is the thought that perhaps some things of antiquity are better unfound. Artifacts that have lasted thousands of years on thier own just might not be better off in the "safe keeping" vaults of the modern world. Until we, (as collective 'modern man') learn to care for the things we already have dug up, perhaps we should just leave what's buried well enough alone.
A not a lot of factual data but a great little "makes you think" book.