The 2010 publication of Yoga Body: The Origins of Modern Posture Practice marked a watershed moment in the history of global asana culture.
What was the big deal? A writer equally committed to research and practice produced a work of academic scholarship so rich, accessible, and interesting it quickly broke into the nonacademic reading lists of enthusiastic practitioners and top-shelf trainings.
The book sparked countless conversations about the meaning of social authenticity in a practice meant to reveal personal authenticity. It revolutionized the genetic view of yogic transmission—in which instructions are handed down unchanged across generations and postcolonial boundaries—with epigenetic considerations of cultural, historical, and technological influence.
The book sparked countless conversations about the meaning of social authenticity in a practice meant to reveal personal authenticity.
It showed that yoga is not an artifact, but an organism, and that its teachers may be less guardians of the essential than they are curators of the useful.
Thoughtful students now had access to a meta-level of yogic inquiry. Books like Light On Yoga, Yoga Mala, The Heart of Yoga, and Moving into Stillness had always enjoyed pride of place on the training mat. But now, Yoga Body lay open amidst them like a Rosetta Stone. Now, the student unable to spend years doing ethnographic research alongside their practice in Pune might better understand the Iyengar phenomenon, to take but one example. Where did it come from? What are its comparables? How does Light on Yoga mobilize photography to represent and broadcast internal states? How can we understand its claims? What do its claims say about the concerns of Iyengar’s day? Are his concerns similar to or different from our own? Who is the “we” when we speak of yoga?
In short, Yoga Body allowed some practitioners to contemplate the yoking of personal and cultural evolution. It showed some practitioners that the story of yoga is like the story of the self: developing endlessly along variant trajectories.
I say “some” because many readers not only missed the point of the book, but have made considerable hay out of distorting Singleton’s careful research.
As expected in such highly charged territory, there have been ad hominem swipes as well. Singleton has been called a debunker, a cultural appropriator, a “junior scholar from England,” and a pro-colonial revisionist intent on delegitimizing the Indian roots of postural practice. I’d provide links to these critiques, but most of them have disappeared into the void of social media, to echo in smug chats around studio watercoolers. On one hand, the ephemeral nature of the charges are a mark of their intellectual poverty. On the other they testify to the popular reach of the book, and its sting.
I knew that Singleton’s work would hit the yoga world hard, which is why I invited him to present at the first nonprofit yoga festival I codirected in Toronto in the summer of 2010. He showed up in khakis and a linen shirt and with the smallest laptop I’d ever seen. “Good for traveling light,” he smiled. He presented his slides and his thesis with humility, warmth, and a polite conservatism with regard to the implications of his research.
I knew that Singleton’s work would hit the yoga world hard.
For the 2015 publication of the Serbian-language edition of Yoga Body, Singleton reprises this conservatism with a new introduction that deftly responds to several distortions of his work. He shows how his research paves a middle way between the essentialist view that yoga is an unchanging śruti and the relativist view that everyone is making it up as they go.
Here’s his basic list of corrections:
No, he is not telling people how to practice.
No, he is not arguing for what practice should look like culturally, or how it should continue to develop.
No, he doesn't claim that globalized yoga forms only involve asana.
No, he does not claim that asanas are a “recent invention.”
No, Singleton does not demean the legacy of figureheads like Krishnamacharya by asserting that the guru “plagiarized” European calisthenics routines. Rather, Singleton offers evidence of the influence of European gymnastics and calisthenics upon pre-Independence Indian discourses of health and wellness as a context for the development of the Krishnamacharya’s clearly transcultural and exportable art form.
Singleton doesn’t engage the language of plagiarism, mimicry, or appropriation. “It makes more sense,” he writes, “to speak of adaptation, reframing, reinterpretation (and so on) rather than invention, insofar as these terms foreground the ongoing processes of experimentation and bricolage that characterise the recent history of globalised yoga, and keeps us away from debates about the genealogies and ultimate origins of particular postures. It is here, in the very work of interpretation and assimilation of tradition and modernity, that the main interest of this book lies.”
Yoga Body does not undertake—or claim to undertake—a comprehensive philological review of premodern Sanskrit sources, but rather concentrates on late-19th and 20th century Anglophone presentations. Sanskritists like James Mallinson argue it’s important to continue researching the precolonial antecedents of asana practice lest readers of Singleton’s work conclude them to be insignificant. Singleton has teamed up with Mallinson for the Roots of Yoga project, and with their colleague Jason Birch for the five-year Haṭha Yoga Project, to address this very area.
Yoga Body does not undertake—or claim to undertake—a comprehensive philological review of premodern Sanskrit sources, but rather concentrates on late-19th and 20th century Anglophone presentations.
So why has Yoga Body been so polarizing? Singleton offers several insights. I’ll focus on two, the first being geopolitical.
There is a rising Hindutva discourse that seeks to reclaim all things yogic into a homogenized vision of Indian heritage. It is motivated by just grievances against colonial humiliation, the white privilege and racism of early Indology, and the postcolonial disempowerment of a global wealth inequality against which asana has emerged as a royalty-free multi-billion-dollar cultural export. But the loudest part of this discourse is twisted by saffronisation, the belief that terms as polysemic as “yoga” can be defined (let alone owned) by cultures as diverse as global Hinduism, and the false assumption that global academic Indology hasn’t changed in a century.
“In this hostile climate, where any work by a 'Westerner' or 'Marxist' is likely to be treated with suspicion and disdain, books such as this one (by a non-Indian author who suggests that yoga has a rather mixed recent global history, as well as an ancient Indian one) will inevitably be perceived as an affront, especially if such a stance can be politically expedient. This is more likely to be the case here if—because of one's political or religious agenda—one is disposed to believe that this book asserts that yoga is only a hundred years old, or yogāsanas originate in European gymnastics or army exercises, or some other such easily comprehensible, but patently false, representation of its conclusions. Such discourse is of a different nature than academic inquiry, being dominated by conspiracy theory, ad hominem attacks, and jingoism.”
The second insight I’ll look at is cloaked in academic dryness and buried mid-intro like a blade. I’ll quote it before unpacking it:
“Assessing and presenting degrees of innovation and continuity in contemporary or revived traditions like transnational yoga is always fraught, insofar as modification is typically (although not always) presented as the transparent transmission of ancient and unchanging teachings.”
My guess is that the rather straightforward research of Yoga Body has been distorted by critics because its implicit revelation is too uncomfortable to face directly. In the above sentence and in the book generally, Singleton illuminates one of the core mechanisms of transnational yoga marketing: a new thing becomes an attractive and sellable thing by being wrapped in the mantle of antiquity.
My guess is that the rather straightforward research of Yoga Body has been distorted by critics because its implicit revelation is too uncomfortable to face directly.
In the process, the longing for an original self elides into a longing for an ancient practice. In the aspirational discourse of modern yoga, the ancient practice and original self shine together, prior to the slings and arrows of memory, injury, disruption, colonialism, culture-jamming, recovery, and reconstruction.
When we scratch the surface, the “ancient and unchanging teachings” are not quite all that. There are definite links between premodern and modern iterations, and further research will uncover more. But there are also obvious modern interpolations from far afield—some surely distasteful for an essentialist to contemplate. How would it feel, after all, for an essentialist to consider that their indigenous embodiment practice only globalized after being “infected” by the military exercises of colonizers?
Neither is it a “transparent transmission,” at least in a historical sense. The core genealogy of modern global asana vanishes into the self-reported horizon of Krishnamacharya’s youth and the contradictory hagiographies penned by the Desikachar family (detailed assiduously by D. G. White). Krishnamacharyan lineages that stake their authority on notions of historical parampara may be appealing more to a wish than reality.
There is, however, another branch of postural culture that might shed light on how yogic transmission can strike such a deep chord that it is tempting to overlay it with historical gravitas. Singleton doesn’t mention the Kripalu system in his book, perhaps because it barely intersects with the established paper trail of modern yoga and its pantheon of heroes. But if he had, it could have provided a sharp lens into how notions of lineage and authenticity are used to communicate emotional rather than historical values. It would show how institutions use the power of authority to stabilize the transience of love.
Amrit Desai founded the entire Kripalu asana method out of the shaktipat he received from his guru Kripalvananda. But the Swami never actually taught the young Desai any postures. Amrit learned his asanas in the early 1940s from a poster on the wall of the local gymnasium in Halol, Gujurat. Babuji had never studied postures formally himself. He just flew into ecstatic dance whenever he was moved.
Although on paper both Kripalu and now the Amrit Yoga schools tie their esoteric legitimacy to the ancient Lakulish sect, in person Desai implies that that’s mostly a formality. When I interviewed him in September in Salt Springs Florida, he insisted that the transmission given to him through Babuji was not about unbroken methods or perfect techniques. It was about the love and tenderness out of which all methods and techniques arise creatively, spontaneously. Of course, the spontaneous method is not a method at all, but an expression.
With its gentle deconstructions of “original” and “authentic,” Yoga Body implicitly pries yoga discourse away from the content and structure of lineage history and points toward its subtlest expression of intimacy. If “authentic” can no longer refer to an unbroken continuity of metho, or an unbroken genealogy of student-teacher relationships, it must now refer to the quality of relationship in the moment of transmission.
Yoga Body is uncomfortable for some because it raises questions about those qualities of relationship. About why we believe in teachers and what they are teaching. About the moment we fell in love with something that either really did change our lives, or that we must believe changed our lives in order to keep our visions of order and progress intact.
The research of Yoga Body may trouble our definitions of yoga and asana and our assumptions with regard to tradition and innovation. But I can’t think of a book with a more “yogic” thrust, if yoga is the attempt to integrate. The book braids the cultural and the personal. It invites the individual body to do acro yoga with the body politic. It brings disparate times and paradigms of knowledge into an uneasy embrace. It suggests that when you are doing surya namaskara, your sensation of internal oneness might be vibrating with the conjunction of cultures.
But I can’t think of a book with a more “yogic” thrust, if yoga is the attempt to integrate.
Or, if for you, yoga is more about the inquiry into perception, Yoga Body serves that too. It shows that art and spirituality, like consciousness and creativity, are always moving. Nothing is entirely old, and nothing is entirely new. Perhaps this is a part of that presence so many of us feel when we step onto the mat.