Leslie Marmon Silko

After I started reading this, I realized I'd read it a long while ago. Scenes were familiar, & I feared half-remembered catastrophes that were to come. Funnily enough, tho, things didn't turn out the way I thought I'd remembered. In fact, I was impressed with the pluck and ability of Sister Salt and Indigo to weather whatever came their way. Yes, Indigo was sad & lonely at times, but she also was able to be cheered by her animal friends, and she believed her dreams which brought her the love of her family.
I didn't give it a 5* because the writing style was unusual--kind of dreamy. Half the time I didn't know if the characters were speaking the text to each other or if they were just thinking it--only if another character responded to the text was I sure it had been voiced. I was bothered by some repetition of phrases with slight differences within the same page. It took me most of the book (& a cue from my autistic son) to realize that often people do harp on the same subject when they are just randomly conversing. Or maybe these were times when the character first thought about something and later said it. It didn't happen often enough to be irritating, just enough to make me say "wait a minute". And at first I thought it was a poor editing job, but it was consistent thru the book, so realized it was deliberate.
There was something about the dreamy style that reminded me of some other book I've read about early 1900's--maybe that Edgar Algar biography, or that book about collecting eucalyptus in Australia (you can tell I need LT to help my poor memory for details of books read).
Plot/Scene details: a family from an almost extinct tribe in the southern desert are happy with their daily cycle of simplicity/survival until whites steal the 2 girls sending one to boarding school & the other to learn a trade. This happens when the whites disrupt a native dance inspired by Wovoka to bring the return of the Messiah/Jesus. The youngest girl runs away, is taken in by a wealthy white couple. The chapters develop each person's life and experiences separately, yet we see how the 2 girls continually plan to return to their home.
2011 review… (más)

Ceremony is the story of Tayo, a half white, half Navajo veteran of World War II who, after a stay in a California hospital being treated for PTSD (although that term was not in vogue when the novel was written—1977) returns to his childhood home, the Laguna Pueblo reservation in New Mexico. The book is also an allegory of Tayo’s people, both the Navajo of the American Southwest in particular, and of Native Americans more generally (called “Indians” in the novel).

In the war, Tayo fought on an unnamed Pacific island where it rained constantly. His home (just west of Albuquerque) on the other hand, is in the midst of a long term severe drought. Tayo feels some guilt because he prayed for and performed ceremonies to end the rain in the Pacific, and he fears that his efforts may have brought the drought to his home.

Tayo’s childhood friends, who also fought in the war, spend much of their time reminiscing about how much respect they got while they were in uniform. That respect contrasts dramatically with the way they are treated now, and they find themselves devolved into an almost constant state of drunkenness. Their fate inspires Tayo think about the tremendous discrimination Native Americans face at the hands of the whites, whom they nevertheless seem to admire.

The narrative oscillates from Tayo’s pre-war youth to the war and to his current situation. Always present is Tayo’s efforts to influence events through prayers and ceremonies. The characters face a constant tension between the Christianity forced upon them by the whites and the ancient stories and beliefs of their ancestors. It Is not clear to me whether the author wants the reader to believe (for purposes of the story) in the efficacy of the ceremonies as actual causes of the events in the novel, but it is very clear that the characters believe in them. It is also clear that Ms. Silko doesn’t put much faith in the whites’ religion, either in the novel or in her own life.

The story takes some unusual turns, and the conclusion is more than a little bizarre. Tayo’s efforts to end the drought have not been successful, and so he believes he must do something extra to complete his ceremony. That something is to incorporate an element of white culture into his rite. He decides that he needs to spend a night in a local abandoned uranium mine and the ceremony will be complete.

Unfortunately, some of his “friends,” one of whom is an avowed enemy from childhood, have their own notions of ceremony that involve a ritual killing of a tribe member, presumably Tayo. The “friends” come looking for Tayo, but can’t find him in the mine. So they decide to kill Tayo’s best friend! From his hiding place, Tayo watches them torture his real friend to death, but, knowing the trouble he would incur, restrains himself from killing their leader in order to save his friend. The white authorities investigate the murder, but are unable to prove a case against the leader. However, the FBI agent investigating the crime knows enough to tell the leader to leave New Mexico and never return. The leader goes off to California, which is significant because that is where Tayo had spent his time recovering in the VA hospital.

In the end, the drought is broken. The reader is left to decide whether the correlation of Tayo’s ceremony was the cause of the end of the drought.

In this summary, the story seems more than a little kooky. However, the book is very well written, including numerous short poems that bring Indian lore to life. In addition, I can attest that its descriptions of the land is very accurate. I read this book in conjunction with Yellow Woman and a Beauty of the Spirit, a collection of non-fiction essays by the same author. The two together provide a bittersweet depiction of Native American life today.

(JAB)… (más)

This book had long been on my list of "books I need to read someday," and when I found this lovely used copy of the 30th anniversary edition at my local bookstore, it got upgraded to books I need to read soon. But what did I know about it, going into it? Hardly anything. Just that it is a modern classic, and written by a Native American woman.

How do I explain why I loved this so deeply? Even when it was sometimes confusing often painful, a slow and tangled read. But the challenge is the point. There are no straight roads back to wholeness, not when things are as broken as they are.

I found this spell-binding. I am thankful to have crossed paths with this book.… (más)