The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian by Sherman Alexie

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by Sherman Alexie

I originally bought this book because it was mentioned somewhere as a banned book.  That always piques my interest.

This National Book Award winner is the story of Arnold “Junior” Spirit, a fourteen-year old Spokane Indian living with his family on a reservation in Washington.  Born with hydrocephalus which resulted in numerous medical and physical problems, Junior is an outcast even among his own people.  He becomes even more so when he decides to leave the “rez” – at least partially – to attend an all white school in a neighboring town, where he hopes to receive a better education and more opportunities.  There, he finds himself in a strange in-between – seen as a traitor by the Indians on the rez (where he still lives with his family), and as an outcast at the all-white high school (where racism is rampant and the school mascot is – wait for it … an Indian).  Over time, however, he makes a place for himself in his new school and earns the respect and friendship of his fellow students.

I have such mixed feelings about this book.  I can definitely see the appeal it holds for teens.  The story, which includes entertaining artwork, boldly touches on masturbation, bulimia, and taking a crap at school, among many other things.  It sheds a harsh light on the poverty, alcoholism, and tragedy rampant on Indian reservations, and frankly, serves as one more example that makes me feel ashamed to be a white American.  On the other hand, I had a hard time sympathizing with Junior because he really is pretty obnoxious.  I would have hoped that his disabilities would serve to make him more compassionate, but he unapologetically ridicules other people for their looks or intelligence.  There is also a passage in the early part of the story that stung:

” … you’re still fairly cute when you’re a stuttering and lisping six-, seven-, and eight-year-old, but it’s all over when you turn nine and ten.

“After that, your stutter and lisp turn you into a retard.

“And if you’re fourteen years old, like me, and you’re still stuttering and lisping, then you’ve become the biggest retard in the world.

“Everybody on the rez calls me a retard about twice a day.  They call me retard when they are pantsing me or stuffing my head in the toilet or just smacking me upside the head.”

I don’t know.  I’m really unsure if this was meant to convey disdain for bullies, or for “retards.”  Again, a person can be a lot of things, but the line is drawn at being “retarded.”  Nobody likes a retard, yo.


I really don’t know if Alexie means to make some social statement, or just entertain.  I do know that his stories have stirred up negative reactions among Indians, many of whom call him a sell-out.  This novel is apparently a faithfully rendered but somewhat fictionalized account of Alexie’s own upbringing on the Spokane Reservation.

Read it and decide for yourself.

Empire of the Summer Moon by S.C. Gwynne

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by S.C. Gwynne


This book, which I’ve been reading over the past week or so and just finished about thirty minutes ago with tears in my eyes, kind of blew me away.

My husband bought this book for me on a whim a while back (sweet man – he knows that the way to my heart is through books), and it sat on my to-read shelf gathering dust with a lot of other books until I recently read One Thousand White Women for my book club.  I found that book to be a pretty romanticized and often cheesy depiction of life with Indians in the untamed American west, and it left me very curious about what life was really like in that time and place.  Empire of the Summer Moon delivers.

Told in meticulous and beautiful detail, this historical account of the rise and fall of the Comanches, the most fierce and powerful Indian tribe America ever saw, is absolutely riveting – and in some ways turned my ideas about “how the west was won” upside down.  Despite the sanitized version of history I grew up with in school, there has always been the knowledge that the Indians were here first, and the white people came along and spread disease, enslaved Indians, and stole their land.  The truth, apparently, is more complicated than that.  While it is true that the white people did those things, it’s also true that long before white people came to America, the Indians were fighting each other, as well as Spaniards and Mexicans over land, and murdering and enslaving each other.  America has a bloody, bloody history dating back to the very beginning.

Central to this historical account of the Comanches are the stories of Cynthia Ann Parker and her son, Quanah.  In the 1830s whites began settling in Texas – at the time, a desolate land isolated from civilization.  The land was virtually free for the taking, but whites venturing there were takingimages their lives into their own hands, as the Indian presence was a grave menace.  The Parker family was one such family that, despite terrible danger, decided to settle in the southern part of Texas.  They built a fort to protect themselves against enemy Indians – a collection of log cabins to house the extensive family, a main fort, all fenced in by razor-sharp cedar posts and a reinforced, bullet-proof gate.  On a fateful day in 1836, however, the gate was left open, and the fort was raided by Indians.  Many Parker family members were killed, and a handful taken prisoner by the Comanches – among them, nine-year old, blonde, blue-eyed Cynthia Ann.  While the other prisoners were eventually killed or ransomed back to their white kinsfolk, Cynthia Ann was adopted by the Comanches and fully assimilated into the tribe – so much so that future attempts by whites to buy her back from the Comanches failed – she flat out refused to leave her Indian family.  She married and had three children and spent twenty-five years as a full-fledged Comanche Indian squaw.  Eventually, she was captured by whites and returned, against her will, to her white relatives, where she spent several miserable, despondent years until her death.  Cynthia Ann’s story is heart-wrenching, and raises ethical and humanitarian questions that are impossible to answer.

smallOne of her children was Quanah, twelve years old at the time of his mother’s re-capture by white men.  Quanah went on to become a great Comanche warrior and war chief, and was one of the last hold-outs of the Comanche nation against the whites.  Eventually the Comanches numbers dwindled thanks to buffalo hunters that virtually wiped out the Indians’ food supply over a period of years, to white man’s diseases, and actual combat between whites and Indians, and the last of the Comanches, led by Quanah, surrendered and began the demoralization of reservation life.  Somehow Quanah assimilated well into the white man’s world, refusing to look back, and he became a highly respected and prosperous man.  Quanah never forgot his mother, Cynthia Ann, and his search for her grave and insistence on being buried next to her were extremely moving.

This frank history is not for the faint of heart; it is filled with graphic accounts of horrific, almost unimaginable atrocities Indians perpetrated on whites, on other Indians, and which whites committed against Indians.  There were parts that actually gave me bad dreams.  Nonetheless, it’s a necessary read, I think, for anyone who wants to understand the true history of America – or at least an integral portion of that history.

Despite the heinous, bloody crimes of the Comanches, I was left at the end feeling a great sense of loss for the majestic days when the Indians roamed free and wild.

A truly breathtaking book.


One Thousand White Women: The Journals of May Dodd by Jim Fergus

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by Jim Fergus

This novel is a western with a twist: the recounting of a fictional agreement between President Ulysses S. Grant and the Cheyenne Sweet Medicine Chief, Little Wolf, wherein the U.S. government traded 1,000 white women for 1,000 horses, as told through the detailed journals of the fictional May Dodd, a participant in this “Brides for Indians” program.

Torn from her children and committed to an insane asylum by her family for taking up with a man beneath her class (official diagnosis: “promiscuity”), young May is offered release from her bondage if she will volunteer to serve in a top-secret government program whereby 1,000 white women (all “volunteers” but also outcasts – asylum inmates like May, prostitutes, women with poor matrimonial prospects, and the like) will marry Cheyenne braves and produce children with them, such children which are viewed as potential gatekeepers to assimilate the Indians into white culture.

May, along with the rest of the first installment of white women volunteers, heads out to the prairies to live among the savages, but not before May has a quick, passionate affair with an Army Captain charged with escorting the women on their journey into the wilderness.  Once among the Indians, the women, gradually overcome their fear of the Indians and their disdain for life away from the comforts of civilization.  May herself is chosen by Little Wolf to be his wife, and she grows to love and respect him.  As the women conceive children with their Cheyenne husbands and assimilate into Indian culture far more than they ever manage to introduce the Indians to the ways of white civilized culture, the U.S. government has second thoughts about fulfilling its end of the bargain with the Cheyennes and decides to not only renege on its promise to deliver the balance of the 1,000 white brides, but to take back by force land given the Indians.  And so, any peaceful relations between the Indians and the while people are lost, and May and her fellow volunteer brides are, of course, caught in the middle.

This book has received very good reviews on Amazon and Goodreads, and won a Fiction of the Year Award in 1999.  I’ll be honest and say that I didn’t think it was a stellar book.  The story is an interesting one, but parts of it seem very contrived and highly unlikely (for instance, identical twin sisters marrying identical twin brothers and each producing a set of twins – I don’t think the author understands the hereditary factors of producing twins, especially that identical twins are not hereditary at all; a small thing, perhaps, but as a mother of twins myself, this bit of unreality bugged me), and I could have totally done without the cheesy romance aspect of the story.  More than anything, though, I just found May to be annoyingly full of herself, and generally unlikable.  That really took away from the story for me.

This is the current pick for my book club; out of five stars, I’d probably give it two and a half.

The Round House by Louise Erdrich

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by Louise Erdrich

Set in 1988, this is the story of a fateful summer on an Indian reservation in North Dakota.  Narrated by an adult Joe, he recounts the brutal rape of his mother the summer he turned 13, and its aftermath.

After Joe’s mother – a lively and well-respected woman in the community – comes home desolate and bleeding one evening, she retreats into silence.  The rape took place in the vicinity of the reservation’s sacred round house, but also in the vicinity of a tangle of boundaries between reservation-owned land, federal land, state land, and “free land.”  The tribal court’s jurisdiction is extremely limited, and faced with the reality that his mother’s attacker is on the loose and may never be prosecuted, Joe decides to take the situation into his own young hands.  Joe’s friends are drawn in as well, and before all is said and done, these boys, brave and reckless and searching, will all leave childhood behind in the course of a summer.

Erdrich paints a vivid picture of reservation life, where poverty is visible everywhere, where a degraded people fight to retain dignity and sovereignty, and where land boundaries affect the criminal justice system in profound ways.

Part mystery, part thriller-suspense, this is mostly a coming of age story, eloquently told.  The depiction of events is chilling and emotional, and it’s one of those books where you feel like you’ve climbed inside the story and are watching it happen.  I am always fascinated by authors who narrate as members of the opposite sex, and I was impressed by how expertly Erdrich wrote in the voice of a 13-year old boy.  There are a few parts of the story that meander off into Indian myths, and those tlc-logo-resizeddigressions dragged a bit for me, but all in all, I really enjoyed this book and appreciated the glimpse into reservation life.

I agreed to read and review this book for TLC Book Tours, and coincidentally, it’s also my book club’s pick for next month.  Great read!