I have no first hand experience or knowledge of reservation life. Only the cruel stereotypes and exaggerations. To comment from this position of ignorance would at best be judged as passing of gas.
Loved and admired every bit except the "White Indians with big Indian names", which --in my family's case--would be a valid put-down, respectfully absorbed from Rez relatives. We know our place in the pecking order of being Indin! An utterly fantastic and unpredictable read.
Iāmintrigues by the concept of Magical Realism. We have been telling stories since the beginning of time. We call them metaphors, myths, etc. But I think we lose an inter-generational teaching opportunity when we turn them into āWeāll only deal in reality here ā like it or lump it. Thanks for all the tales you bring to teach folks who are willing to learn!
As I read, I hear the story-telling voice of Evan Adams in my head. He will always be Thomas Builds- the- Fire to me, with his lilting melody of the rez, his joy in telling "truth and lies". Great story, Sherman.
This must be the most irreverent story ever! I especially liked the ending with Tripod and his amputated leg sharing the same sky. And - your imaginative humor coincides with a very profound little book , "Life after death", by Elizabeth Kubler-Ross. She writes that our bodies are just cocoons for the spirit and after death the blind can see and those with amputated limbs have the sensation again of those limbs. Once I get my printer working again I'm going to print out this story and slip it into Kubler-Ross's book.
What a wonderful story. I can hear my Indian friends from up north in it. Nice!
I have no first hand experience or knowledge of reservation life. Only the cruel stereotypes and exaggerations. To comment from this position of ignorance would at best be judged as passing of gas.
Wonderful! Thank for a great laugh! What do you call a dog with one leg.......? Pogo?
Iām ready for a new book of short stories. Yes
I absolutely love this piece. Alexie at his best again and again! Woot!
This is hysterical, thank you.
Loved and admired every bit except the "White Indians with big Indian names", which --in my family's case--would be a valid put-down, respectfully absorbed from Rez relatives. We know our place in the pecking order of being Indin! An utterly fantastic and unpredictable read.
Iāmintrigues by the concept of Magical Realism. We have been telling stories since the beginning of time. We call them metaphors, myths, etc. But I think we lose an inter-generational teaching opportunity when we turn them into āWeāll only deal in reality here ā like it or lump it. Thanks for all the tales you bring to teach folks who are willing to learn!
As I read, I hear the story-telling voice of Evan Adams in my head. He will always be Thomas Builds- the- Fire to me, with his lilting melody of the rez, his joy in telling "truth and lies". Great story, Sherman.
Laughed ātill I cried.
Yep,I get that == was indulging in a little pun Rey.
Thank you so much for this content! š
except when funny to one is hurtful to another
Alas! He got the ax? But a starring role anyway.
This must be the most irreverent story ever! I especially liked the ending with Tripod and his amputated leg sharing the same sky. And - your imaginative humor coincides with a very profound little book , "Life after death", by Elizabeth Kubler-Ross. She writes that our bodies are just cocoons for the spirit and after death the blind can see and those with amputated limbs have the sensation again of those limbs. Once I get my printer working again I'm going to print out this story and slip it into Kubler-Ross's book.
Great story! Thank you, Sherman.