I remember reading A Yaqui Way of Knowledge as a kid. I knew later about the fabrications in it, but I thought of it as a hybrid work, and still as potent as anthropological truth. But now I'm reading about Castaneda's cult, and it's mind-blowing. The book is in my queue, and it's like 600 pages, so I'm sure I will be writing more when the time comes. It's so strange how things happen, and how things change.