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Subversion / Reversion: The deconstruction and reconstruction of the Western cultural narrative through a Native American idiom in Thomas King’s Green Grass, Running Water

In Thomas King’s Green Grass, Run­ning Water, one of the many meth­ods used to cre­ate a Nat­ive Amer­ican nar­rat­ive, rather than a West­ern­ised one, is the rad­ical re-versioning of Western-Christian myth­o­logy. In the sec­tions of the novel which detail the vari­ous ver­sions and revi­sions of the tra­di­tional west­ern cre­ation myth, King sat­ir­ises and rein­vents many of the corner­stone fig­ures of Chris­tian­ity, and at the same time muddles them with Nat­ive Amer­ican cre­ation myths, West­ern lit­er­at­ure and pop­u­lar cul­ture, cre­at­ing a new story of cre­ation with no sense of time, space or tra­di­tion. Fur­ther­more, his use of magical real­ism to blend this myth­o­logy with the every­day through­out the novel demys­ti­fies the cre­ation stor­ies, leav­ing the stor­ies, and per­haps more import­antly their prot­ag­on­ists, open to cri­ti­cism from and com­par­ison to a mod­ern and quo­tidian point of view. Read More »

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Junkie

Every addict knows the feel­ing. Itch­ing, tick­ling, scratch­ing away at you. I need another fix. And it’s been too long. I’m not picky any more, I’m will­ing to go for some­thing less pure, will­ing to steal a little to get it. Steal a little time from classes; give up on that night out so that I can get up early just to see if the weather is good. I need to get into the moun­tains. I don’t mind any more if it’s climb­ing or run­ning, ski­ing or just walk­ing, but I need to get out. Read More »

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What happened to telling stories?

I’ve been think­ing a lot recently about how we tell stor­ies. I enjoy writ­ing, and it is obvi­ous to me that the inven­tion of the writ­ten word, and more spe­cific­ally the inven­tion of the print­ing press and mass media, has been more or less the most fun­da­mental revolu­tion in the his­tory of what we now know as lit­er­at­ure. It is abund­antly clear what we have gained by this revolu­tion, and we are quick to cite the many advant­ages: the mass dis­sem­in­a­tion of lit­er­at­ure; a huge increase in lit­er­acy; the pre­ser­va­tion of lit­er­ary and his­tor­ical texts not only for cen­tur­ies and mil­len­nia, but with the advent of digit­isa­tion per­haps infin­itely. But how often do we focus on what we most obvi­ously lost: the Oral Tra­di­tion. By this I mean the art of telling stor­ies, and recit­ing poetry not from any book or record, but from memory. Whilst on the face of it this might seem a small dis­tinc­tion (after all, what is the dif­fer­ence between recit­ing a poem from an antho­logy and mem­or­ising it ver­batim?), the real dif­fer­ence lies in how lit­er­at­ure is trans­ferred from per­son to per­son. Read More »

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