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Le loup au crépuscule
Le Loup au crépusculeraconte le drame des pensionnats, des orphelinats et des asiles dans lesquels des dizaines de milliers d'enfants des communautés autochtones ont été assimilés de force.
Le Loup au crépusculeest le deuxième volet de la trilogie consacrée par Kent Nerburn à Dan, vieil Indien lakota vivant dans une réserve du Dakota. Après avoir évoqué, dansNi loup ni chien(Les Éditions du Sonneur, 2023) la façon – douloureuse, vorace et violente – dont les États-Unis se sont construits aux dépens des Amérindiens, Kent Nerburn s'attache, dans Le Loup au crépuscule, à raconter le drame des pensionnats, des orphelinats et des asiles dans lesquels des dizaines de milliers d'enfants des communautés autochtones ont été assimilés de force et où ils étaient victimes d'horribles sévices. Car Dan, qui fut l'un d'eux, demande à Nerburn de l'aider à découvrir ce qui est arrivé à sa sœur Yellow Bird, disparue près de quatre-vingts ans auparavant. Nerburn part dès lors à la recherche de documents et d'indices pour aider le vieil homme à résoudre un mystère qui l'a hanté toute sa vie.
Le Loup au crépuscules'inscrit dans la dénonciation de cet épisode tragique de l'histoire du continent nord-américain qui s'appuyait sur un réseau de milliers d'écoles gérées par le gouvernement ou des institutions religieuses, ayant comme objectif l'assimilation culturelle et la spoliation des territoires des peuples autochtones – dénonciation lancée il y a près d'une trentaine d'années en vue d'obtenir une reconnaissance de ces crimes, des excuses ainsi qu'une réparation.
364 pages, Kindle Edition
Published January 2, 2025
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About the author
Kent Nerburn
32 books484 followersI'm a child of the 60's, a son of the north, and a lover of dogs.
Grew up in a crackerbox post-war bungalow outside of Minneapolis with my mother and father, two younger sisters, various dogs and cats, and a neighborhood full of rugrat kids playing outside until called in for the night.
Studied American Studies at the University of Minnesota, Religious Studies and Humanities at Stanford University, received a Ph.D. in Religion and Art in a joint program at Graduate Theological Union and the University of California at Berkeley. Lots of learning, lots of awards. Phi Beta Kappa. Summa cum Laude. Lots of stuff that looks good on paper.
But just as important, an antique restorer's shop in Marburg, Germany; the museums of Florence; a sculpture studio in the back alleys of Pietrasanta, Italy; an Indian reservation in the forests of northern Minnesota; and, perhaps above all, the American road.
Always a watcher, always a wanderer, perhaps too empathetic for my own good, more concerned with the "other" than the "self", always more interested in what people believed than in what they thought. A friend of the ordinary and the life of the streets.
Twenty years as a sculptor -- over-life sized images hand-chiseled from large tree trunks -- efforts to embody emotional and spiritual states in wood. Then, still searching, years helping young people collect memories of the tribal elders on the Red Lake Ojibwe reservation in the Minnesota north. Then writing,
always writing, finding a voice and even a calling, helping Native America tell its story.
A marriage, children, a home on a pine-rimmed lake near the Minnesota-Canadian border.
Book after book, seventeen in all, ever seeking the heartbeat of people's belief. Journeys, consolations, the caring observer, always the teacher, always the learner. Ever mindful of the wise counsel of an Ojibwe elder, "Always teach by stories, because stories lodge deep in the heart."
Through grace and good luck, an important trilogy (Neither Wolf nor Dog, The Wolf at Twilight, and The Girl who Sang to the Buffalo), a film, Minnesota Book Awards, South Dakota book of the year, many "community reads," book sales around the world.
In the end, a reluctant promoter, a quiet worker, a seeker of an authentic American spirituality, more concerned with excellence than quantity. Proud to be referred to as "a guerilla theologian" and honored to be called "the one writer who can respectfully bridge the gap between native and non-Native cultures". But more honored still to hear a twelve-year-old girl at one of my readings whisper to her mom, "He's a really nice man."
At heart, just an ordinary person, grateful to be a father and a husband, more impressed by kindness than by power, doing what I can with the skills that I have to pay my rent for my time on earth. And trying, always trying, to live by Sitting Bull's entreaty: "Come let us put our minds together to see what kind of lives we can create for our children."
And petting every dog that I can.
Grew up in a crackerbox post-war bungalow outside of Minneapolis with my mother and father, two younger sisters, various dogs and cats, and a neighborhood full of rugrat kids playing outside until called in for the night.
Studied American Studies at the University of Minnesota, Religious Studies and Humanities at Stanford University, received a Ph.D. in Religion and Art in a joint program at Graduate Theological Union and the University of California at Berkeley. Lots of learning, lots of awards. Phi Beta Kappa. Summa cum Laude. Lots of stuff that looks good on paper.
But just as important, an antique restorer's shop in Marburg, Germany; the museums of Florence; a sculpture studio in the back alleys of Pietrasanta, Italy; an Indian reservation in the forests of northern Minnesota; and, perhaps above all, the American road.
Always a watcher, always a wanderer, perhaps too empathetic for my own good, more concerned with the "other" than the "self", always more interested in what people believed than in what they thought. A friend of the ordinary and the life of the streets.
Twenty years as a sculptor -- over-life sized images hand-chiseled from large tree trunks -- efforts to embody emotional and spiritual states in wood. Then, still searching, years helping young people collect memories of the tribal elders on the Red Lake Ojibwe reservation in the Minnesota north. Then writing,
always writing, finding a voice and even a calling, helping Native America tell its story.
A marriage, children, a home on a pine-rimmed lake near the Minnesota-Canadian border.
Book after book, seventeen in all, ever seeking the heartbeat of people's belief. Journeys, consolations, the caring observer, always the teacher, always the learner. Ever mindful of the wise counsel of an Ojibwe elder, "Always teach by stories, because stories lodge deep in the heart."
Through grace and good luck, an important trilogy (Neither Wolf nor Dog, The Wolf at Twilight, and The Girl who Sang to the Buffalo), a film, Minnesota Book Awards, South Dakota book of the year, many "community reads," book sales around the world.
In the end, a reluctant promoter, a quiet worker, a seeker of an authentic American spirituality, more concerned with excellence than quantity. Proud to be referred to as "a guerilla theologian" and honored to be called "the one writer who can respectfully bridge the gap between native and non-Native cultures". But more honored still to hear a twelve-year-old girl at one of my readings whisper to her mom, "He's a really nice man."
At heart, just an ordinary person, grateful to be a father and a husband, more impressed by kindness than by power, doing what I can with the skills that I have to pay my rent for my time on earth. And trying, always trying, to live by Sitting Bull's entreaty: "Come let us put our minds together to see what kind of lives we can create for our children."
And petting every dog that I can.
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January 29, 2026
Un beau livre qui retrace bien la conditions des natifs américains dans les pensionnats au XXe siècle et la transmissions nécessaire de leurs croyances et de leur histoire.
Mais je pense que maintenant, je préfère lire es récits sur les natifs écrits par des personnes natives, ce qui n’est pas le cas de ce livre (même si l’auteur fait un grand travail d’honnêteté et de respect).
Mais je pense que maintenant, je préfère lire es récits sur les natifs écrits par des personnes natives, ce qui n’est pas le cas de ce livre (même si l’auteur fait un grand travail d’honnêteté et de respect).
April 29, 2025
magique
May 1, 2025
Incroyable roman tout en poésie ! Une pépite
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