This work deserves more love!!
I know that the family who now lives in that house ripped down the sweat lodge and built a swing set in its place.
Reading this work is like experiencing an entire lifetime through fragmented moments in a life. As in life, even the small moments, the monotonous bus rides, the visit to a grandparent, have impact.
One way I know a story speaks to me is if I feel transported into the world seamlessly. I felt myself transported to these houses; I found myself thinking back on my own childhood and realizing I had been in similar houses, similar situations.
This is a collection of short stories about one ordinary mans coming of age on a Penobscot Rez, weaving back and forth through time from boyhood to adulthood. The central character is known as "David" in childhood, and "Dee" in adulthood, he experiences highs and lows framed by his Penobscot heritage, even in moments where he doesn't embrace his heritage.
Here’s my little soapbox caveat then back to the review: *It is important to note this is a coming of age story with a character that happens to be Penobscot; the characters in this book aren’t representative of an entire culture. The experiences and emotions in this work are universal, they don’t represent the entire indigenous experience. Don’t go into this book expecting to learn all about the Penobscot culture – you’re not going to, and a piece of literature shouldn’t have to carry the weight of an entire culture anyway.*
While this is a short story collection, it reads more like an episodic novel; the themes are the same, our main character is the same. These stories are the lessons of a life, the crushing truth of bad decisions, the reverberations of addiction, the facets of colonialisms still pervading our “modern” times. The stories are imbued with failings – parents fail their children, children fail their parents, society fails everyone. One of the largest themes in the collection is the cycle of addiction. Talty sums this up so well in a quote from THE NAME MEANS THUNDER:
"I didn't know, or couldn't conceptualize, how dependency transitioned from one body to the other, how all those actions had consequences."
At one point David asks “How’d we get here”, and that is the over arching question Talty relays to us through this work, how did we get here? How did society? Perhaps this question reflects back on the author. I can imagine this would be cathartic to write.
“How’d we get here? That’s Fellis’s question, but it’s mine too. How’d we get here? I’m starting to think that each time I ask it, each time I consider an answer, I wind up farther away from where I should be, from where I was. Where I had been. I left a lot of things behind. Or maybe that’s not it—maybe it’s that a lot of things had left me behind. Friends. Family. Relationships.”
He later extends this thought:
“I wonder if How'd we get here? is the wrong question. Maybe the right question is How do we get out of here? Maybe that's the only question that matters.”
This becomes the question that we ruminate on through the stories.
Talty shows us Reservation life in modern times without shying away from the darkest parts; He sugar coats nothing. Instead, Talty shows us a life plagued with problems –like methadone clinics –thrust on them by white faces, while also remaining true to Penobscot spirituality, folklore and mythology. I was so impressed with his ability to interlace mundanity with these elements of spirituality.
One of my favorite instances of this is a scene where teenage David and his friends are looking for a "monster" in the woods. The monster comes from Penobscot myth. It reminded me of times spent walking in the woods as a child, afraid Bigfoot would appear around every blind corner. When David and his friends finally encounter the monster, they discover it isn't a creature of legend – It is just David's sister, moving zombie-like through the woods, in the power of substances and alcohol. In this way, addiction becomes the true monster.
In terms of character, all of the characters are realistic and grey. No one is all good or all bad. The female characters are particularly well done –– they don't feel like cardboard cutouts. David's Mother and Sister are deeply nuanced, difficult characters that deal with loss in different ways.
Because the characters are grey – and as they age they change – David experiences conflicting emotions regarding the adults in his life. At one point, his impromptu father figure does a very, VERY, unforgivable thing. Later, David reflects on this, with a cadence that I found sobering:
"There is that terrible memory, surely, but so too are there sweet ones, the tiny memories with the tiny details that are milder in climax, no doubt, but equally powerful, like how Frick would pick me up from detention and take my backpack from me so I could climb into his high truck, and how I would always forget my backpack there, yet by some point in time the backpack would always be in my room. Or how my bike’s chain was always kept greased, or how if my toy men broke he would fix them, glue their legs or arms or heads back on. Or how, even when he was drunk, he would carry me to bed if I fell asleep on the couch."
This is not one of those short story collections that you can piece through and read a short story here or there, this is a collection meant to be devoured. I loved every story and admired the writing. Of all of the stories, my favorites were BURN, THE BLESSING TOBACCO, SAFE HARBOR, EARTH,SPEAK, NIGHT OF THE LIVING REZ, and THE NAME MEANS THUNDER.
NIGHT OF THE LIVING REZ and THE NAME MEANS THUNDER were so powerful, those two stories alone make this a five star read for me.
After I finished this collection, I watched an interview Morgan Talty gave at The Center for Fiction. He talks about how this novel is in a way “Auto-fiction” meaning that many of the stories have layers to them, vignettes and moments from his own life, approached through fiction. I really admired this admission, the vulnerability it shows. These short stories are vulnerable and valuable. Talty manages to fabricate memory without harming anyone, while still giving the stories justice.
He also talks about how white publishers and readers demand Indigenous culture to be put on display, to be performative and entertaining, rather than the actual reality of Indigenous life, the actual people living real lives. Talty did such a wonderful job writing about his Penobscot culture without using stereotypes, without providing entertainment. Instead he created a work that opens a doorway into a life and moments that many of us can relate to despite not sharing the culture. The poverty, the addiction, the happy moments playing as children.
Night of the Living Rez is one of the best books I have read this year.