The Dreamcatcher in the Wry
Autor Tiffany Midgeen Limba Engleză Hardback – dec 2024
The Dreamcatcher in the Wry brims with insight, considering pig heart transplants, wedding-crashing grizzly bears, truffle-snuffling dogs, bison-petting tourists—and a plethora of other animal and wildlife hijinks—not to mention wienermobiles, the controversial Mount Rushmore, meeting Iron Eyes Cody in a parade, Elizabeth Warren’s quaint family lore, and Buffy Sainte-Marie. Midge brilliantly unpacks her observations and day-to-day concerns through the lens of an urban-raised Lakota living in the West, a writer of poetry, op-eds, church bulletins, fridge magnets, and Twitter posts who is allergic to horses and most outdoor recreation—except for berry picking and the occasional romp through a dewy meadow.
Turning over the colonizer’s society and culture for some good old Native American roasting, Midge informs as she entertains, gleaning wisdom from the incongruities of daily life with a much-needed dose of Indigenous common sense.
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Specificații
ISBN-13: 9781496240149
ISBN-10: 1496240146
Pagini: 232
Dimensiuni: 152 x 229 x 15 mm
Greutate: 0.5 kg
Editura: BISON BOOKS
Colecția Bison Books
Locul publicării:United States
ISBN-10: 1496240146
Pagini: 232
Dimensiuni: 152 x 229 x 15 mm
Greutate: 0.5 kg
Editura: BISON BOOKS
Colecția Bison Books
Locul publicării:United States
Notă biografică
Tiffany Midge is a citizen of the Standing Rock Sioux Nation and was raised by wolves in the Pacific Northwest. She is a columnist for High Country News and formerly Indian Country Today. Her work has appeared in the New Yorker, the Brooklyn Rail, McSweeney’s, and more. She is the author of Bury My Heart at Chuck E. Cheese’s (Bison Books, 2019) and the poetry collection Horns. Midge aspires to be the Distinguished Writer in Residence for Seattle’s Space Needle and considers her contribution to humanity to be her sparkly personality. Devon A. Mihesuah is the Cora Lee Beers Price Professor at the University of Kansas. She is the author of numerous award-winning books, including Recovering Our Ancestors’ Gardens: Indigenous Recipes and Guide to Diet and Fitness (Bison Books, 2020).
Extras
1
The Dreamcatcher in the Wry
Occasionally, Jon, my partner, will rescue various kinds of items abandoned
on the sorting table at the post office. Or in the dental office. Or
on the street. He brings the various odds and ends home, these found
objects or trinkets, and imagines some future repurposing, some further
use, a key with the potential to unlock efficiency and thrift. Last week it
was a decorative dreamcatcher made in China. I smirked at its cellophane
wrap, its implausible magic, before chucking it into the bin. And then
a couple of days later I found the dreamcatcher lying out again. “Back
into the bin with you,” I thought. Later, Jon noticed it tossed out like
yesterday’s birdcage liner. “Why are you throwing out a perfectly good
dreamcatcher?” He thought it deserved to be hung up somewhere in the
house or given away.
“I can’t expend the energy required in deciding what to do with it,” I
explained. “I already have enough stuff in the house to fill a semitruck.
Besides, it’s janky, appropriative, and would probably give off bad medicine.”
Dreamcatchers. They don’t hold any allure for me, not when
they’re commonly sold at truck stops next to maga hats and Slim Jims.
One year Jon made some out of yarn and coat hangers and attached
miniature Hula dancers and wishbones to them. I don’t know if I convinced
him. The dreamcatcher is still somewhere in the house, its glittery
feathers, copper threads, and turquoise pony beads waiting for someone
to offer amnesty or give clemency.
Need a homemade bookmark? We have a pile of them. Looking for
an animated bass that mounts to the wall and sings “Take Me to the
River?” I got you covered. What about a plastic bonsai tree? I have one
of those. I have dozens of gallon milk jugs. Rows of avocado pits trying
to flower in the windowsill, every kind of glass jar known to mankind,
piles of yogurt containers, stacks of paper, a cupboard with nothing but
old to-go coffee containers, and a tiny pair of men’s oxfords found at
the local swimming pool. And don’t get me started on my stuff. Books,
magazines, clothing, art supplies, ephemera for making collages, photo
albums, linens, old typewriters galore. One man’s trash is another man’s
treasure goes the adage. I have no rubric for measuring the stuff I stash
into piles or drawers or boxes, since my tastes are entirely subjective, as
are his. This is what I try to remind myself.
This week Jon put together five-shelf metal storage racks. Four of
them. They are voluminous and impressive. They’re to be tasked with
getting our storage boxes off the floor, our this and thats, flotsam and
jetsam, and will initiate a sense of ease and order. Now that the stuff is
on view, I can easily ascertain what needs to be thrown away, what’s
expendable, and what’s worth keeping.
In the meantime, there are zucchinis in our dining area the size of
my thighs. Are we supposed to eat them or challenge them to a duel?
Jon found them on the church’s take-away table. He insists we save
seeds from any produce we’ve procured. I’ve designated an area in the
kitchen to store seeds. We are not doomsday preppers, we’re not even
gardeners, but some low-grade facsimile of them. You could say that
one man’s doomsday is another man’s nightmare. Good thing we have
one of those dreamcatchers to filter out the nightmares. That is if it
didn’t get thrown out.
The Dreamcatcher in the Wry
Occasionally, Jon, my partner, will rescue various kinds of items abandoned
on the sorting table at the post office. Or in the dental office. Or
on the street. He brings the various odds and ends home, these found
objects or trinkets, and imagines some future repurposing, some further
use, a key with the potential to unlock efficiency and thrift. Last week it
was a decorative dreamcatcher made in China. I smirked at its cellophane
wrap, its implausible magic, before chucking it into the bin. And then
a couple of days later I found the dreamcatcher lying out again. “Back
into the bin with you,” I thought. Later, Jon noticed it tossed out like
yesterday’s birdcage liner. “Why are you throwing out a perfectly good
dreamcatcher?” He thought it deserved to be hung up somewhere in the
house or given away.
“I can’t expend the energy required in deciding what to do with it,” I
explained. “I already have enough stuff in the house to fill a semitruck.
Besides, it’s janky, appropriative, and would probably give off bad medicine.”
Dreamcatchers. They don’t hold any allure for me, not when
they’re commonly sold at truck stops next to maga hats and Slim Jims.
One year Jon made some out of yarn and coat hangers and attached
miniature Hula dancers and wishbones to them. I don’t know if I convinced
him. The dreamcatcher is still somewhere in the house, its glittery
feathers, copper threads, and turquoise pony beads waiting for someone
to offer amnesty or give clemency.
Need a homemade bookmark? We have a pile of them. Looking for
an animated bass that mounts to the wall and sings “Take Me to the
River?” I got you covered. What about a plastic bonsai tree? I have one
of those. I have dozens of gallon milk jugs. Rows of avocado pits trying
to flower in the windowsill, every kind of glass jar known to mankind,
piles of yogurt containers, stacks of paper, a cupboard with nothing but
old to-go coffee containers, and a tiny pair of men’s oxfords found at
the local swimming pool. And don’t get me started on my stuff. Books,
magazines, clothing, art supplies, ephemera for making collages, photo
albums, linens, old typewriters galore. One man’s trash is another man’s
treasure goes the adage. I have no rubric for measuring the stuff I stash
into piles or drawers or boxes, since my tastes are entirely subjective, as
are his. This is what I try to remind myself.
This week Jon put together five-shelf metal storage racks. Four of
them. They are voluminous and impressive. They’re to be tasked with
getting our storage boxes off the floor, our this and thats, flotsam and
jetsam, and will initiate a sense of ease and order. Now that the stuff is
on view, I can easily ascertain what needs to be thrown away, what’s
expendable, and what’s worth keeping.
In the meantime, there are zucchinis in our dining area the size of
my thighs. Are we supposed to eat them or challenge them to a duel?
Jon found them on the church’s take-away table. He insists we save
seeds from any produce we’ve procured. I’ve designated an area in the
kitchen to store seeds. We are not doomsday preppers, we’re not even
gardeners, but some low-grade facsimile of them. You could say that
one man’s doomsday is another man’s nightmare. Good thing we have
one of those dreamcatchers to filter out the nightmares. That is if it
didn’t get thrown out.
Cuprins
Foreword by Devon Mihesuah
1. Moscow/Pullman Daily News Columns
1. The Dreamcatcher in the Wry
2. I’m Not a Cat: America’s Funniest Housecat Videos
3. What’s Schadenfreude Got to Do with It?
4. Ramona Quimby Was My Very First Literary Hero
5. Bitter Homes and Gardens and Decolonizing My Diet
6. Happy Darth Vader Day: Resolving and Letting Go of the Past
7. Madam Secretary in the Cabinet
8. Get Out of the Rut and into the Groove
9. The Native Americans Used every Part of the Sacred Turkey
10. Going against the Grain Isn’t Always a Bad Thing
11. The Goldilocks List: Cold Spots in Moscow
12. My Dakota/Lakota Grandparents Pray for Ukraine
13. Holding Space for Joy in the New Year
14. Don’t Look Back, Maybe, I Guess?
15. Is “Native American” Politically Correct?
16. Changing Spaces
17. Heart of the Diamond
18. Poetry Matters
19. Office Supplies Provide Link to the Past
20. Opening Cans During Perilous Times
21. Open Mouth, Insert Foot; the Man is a Human Train Wreck
22. Scene from a Clinic’s Waiting Room: A Cautionary Tale
23. Some Pig in a Brave New World
24. Waist-Deep in Crocodiles: We Can’t Afford to Be Cavalier about Mask Mandates
25. The Holiday Dinner Basket
26. Things That Don’t Make Sense but Should
27. Agape, Actually: Celebrating Valentine’s Day in Quarantine
28. I Had covid-19 and Spent the Week in the Hospital
2. High Country News, Heard Around the West: Mishaps and Mayhem from around the Region
29. Free Bird, Lost-and-Found Bear, and Cowboy Pride, February 2022
30. Odd Twins, Rescue by Owl, and Dinosaur ipa, March 2022
31. Hungry, Habituated Bears, Viral Pirates, and Truffle Snuffers, April 2022
32. A Terrible Lighthouse, Swift Treasure Hunters, and a Paranormal Ghost, May 2022
33. Idiot Invasion, Outhouse Fail, and Rim-to-Rim Rule Rupture, June 2022
34. Out-Of-This-World Fest, Territorial Disputes, and Bear-Family Affairs, July 2022
35. Fish at Heart, Man as Island, and Port-a-Potty Convo, August 2022
36. Irked Sea Lions and a Strange Peanut Pusher, September 2022
37. Not-Murder Hornets, Sentient Chatbots, and an AirbearNBear, October 2022
38. Gnarly Weddings, Arachnid Entertainment, and Gorilla Gifts, November 2022
39. The Road Runner Problem, Hefty Squirrels, and Halloween Karens, December 2022
40. Toad Lickers, Bear Wrestlers, and Beard Fanciers, January 2023
41. Armed Bots, an hov Grinch, and Bikes for All, February 2023
42. A Little Pickle, a Fireball, and an Indigenous Astronaut, March 2023
43. Wienermobiles, Elephant Seals, and Mountains of Maggoty Acorns, April 2023
44. Good Drones, Coyote Living, and a Cow-Chip Lottery, May 2023
45. Ferry Felines, Ornithopters, and Tokitae Going Home at Last! June 2023
46. Baby Bears, White Whales, and “Freaky-Looking Fanged Fish,” July 2023
47. Orcas, Insects, and Other Roadside Attractions, August 2023
48. Bathroom Bison, Foul-Smelling Flowers, and Outlaw Otters on the Lam, September 2023
49. Backscratching Bears, Seismic Singers, and Happy Birthday to Herman the Sturgeon, October 2023
50. Too Many Snakes, A Hard-Rockin’ Dog, and a gps Truck-Up, November 2023
51. Sagebrush Sasquatch, Irritable Elk, and Spiders that Aren’t from Mars, December 2023
52. Beautiful Bats, Big Boulders, and a Seven-Armed Octopus, January 2024
3. Bonus Slices and Outtakes with Extra Cheese
53. In the Good Way: Looking at Tribal Humor
54. Beets
55. Once Upon a Virus in Hollywood
56. How to Scream inside Your Heart
57. American (Indian) Dirt
58. Fifty Shades of Buckskin: Satire as a Decolonizing Tool
59. Missing Oregon Senators Shape-Shift into Wild Horses
60. An Open Letter of Apology to Native Americans from One of the Covington Catholic School Students
61. Westworld’s Dolores Abernathy Steps in for Betsy DeVos in “60 Minutes” Interview
62. Tourist Tossed Like a Caesar Salad by Free Range Emo-Goth in Yellowstone National Park, Shits Pants
63. Groundbreaking Research Finds Legendary Hunkpapa Leader Sitting Bull to be Pretendian
64. Take a Page from Me, Elizabeth Warren, and Celebrate Your Quaint Family Lore
65. Sole Non-Indigenous Person Has No Opinion Whatsoever about Senator Warren’s Spit Test
66. Mount Rushmore Is Trending and Somehow It Doesn’t Occur to Anyone That It’s a Desecration of a Sacred Place and a Monument to White Supremacy and Genocide
67. Field Guide to Southwestern Native American Women
68. Gen. George Armstrong Custer’s Desktop in Hell
69. How to Be Funny Tips
70. Considering Idolatry, Iron Eyes Cody, and Bluffy Sainte-Marie
71. Reductress Headlines for Native Women
72. Typical Schedule for Native American
Source Acknowledgments
1. Moscow/Pullman Daily News Columns
1. The Dreamcatcher in the Wry
2. I’m Not a Cat: America’s Funniest Housecat Videos
3. What’s Schadenfreude Got to Do with It?
4. Ramona Quimby Was My Very First Literary Hero
5. Bitter Homes and Gardens and Decolonizing My Diet
6. Happy Darth Vader Day: Resolving and Letting Go of the Past
7. Madam Secretary in the Cabinet
8. Get Out of the Rut and into the Groove
9. The Native Americans Used every Part of the Sacred Turkey
10. Going against the Grain Isn’t Always a Bad Thing
11. The Goldilocks List: Cold Spots in Moscow
12. My Dakota/Lakota Grandparents Pray for Ukraine
13. Holding Space for Joy in the New Year
14. Don’t Look Back, Maybe, I Guess?
15. Is “Native American” Politically Correct?
16. Changing Spaces
17. Heart of the Diamond
18. Poetry Matters
19. Office Supplies Provide Link to the Past
20. Opening Cans During Perilous Times
21. Open Mouth, Insert Foot; the Man is a Human Train Wreck
22. Scene from a Clinic’s Waiting Room: A Cautionary Tale
23. Some Pig in a Brave New World
24. Waist-Deep in Crocodiles: We Can’t Afford to Be Cavalier about Mask Mandates
25. The Holiday Dinner Basket
26. Things That Don’t Make Sense but Should
27. Agape, Actually: Celebrating Valentine’s Day in Quarantine
28. I Had covid-19 and Spent the Week in the Hospital
2. High Country News, Heard Around the West: Mishaps and Mayhem from around the Region
29. Free Bird, Lost-and-Found Bear, and Cowboy Pride, February 2022
30. Odd Twins, Rescue by Owl, and Dinosaur ipa, March 2022
31. Hungry, Habituated Bears, Viral Pirates, and Truffle Snuffers, April 2022
32. A Terrible Lighthouse, Swift Treasure Hunters, and a Paranormal Ghost, May 2022
33. Idiot Invasion, Outhouse Fail, and Rim-to-Rim Rule Rupture, June 2022
34. Out-Of-This-World Fest, Territorial Disputes, and Bear-Family Affairs, July 2022
35. Fish at Heart, Man as Island, and Port-a-Potty Convo, August 2022
36. Irked Sea Lions and a Strange Peanut Pusher, September 2022
37. Not-Murder Hornets, Sentient Chatbots, and an AirbearNBear, October 2022
38. Gnarly Weddings, Arachnid Entertainment, and Gorilla Gifts, November 2022
39. The Road Runner Problem, Hefty Squirrels, and Halloween Karens, December 2022
40. Toad Lickers, Bear Wrestlers, and Beard Fanciers, January 2023
41. Armed Bots, an hov Grinch, and Bikes for All, February 2023
42. A Little Pickle, a Fireball, and an Indigenous Astronaut, March 2023
43. Wienermobiles, Elephant Seals, and Mountains of Maggoty Acorns, April 2023
44. Good Drones, Coyote Living, and a Cow-Chip Lottery, May 2023
45. Ferry Felines, Ornithopters, and Tokitae Going Home at Last! June 2023
46. Baby Bears, White Whales, and “Freaky-Looking Fanged Fish,” July 2023
47. Orcas, Insects, and Other Roadside Attractions, August 2023
48. Bathroom Bison, Foul-Smelling Flowers, and Outlaw Otters on the Lam, September 2023
49. Backscratching Bears, Seismic Singers, and Happy Birthday to Herman the Sturgeon, October 2023
50. Too Many Snakes, A Hard-Rockin’ Dog, and a gps Truck-Up, November 2023
51. Sagebrush Sasquatch, Irritable Elk, and Spiders that Aren’t from Mars, December 2023
52. Beautiful Bats, Big Boulders, and a Seven-Armed Octopus, January 2024
3. Bonus Slices and Outtakes with Extra Cheese
53. In the Good Way: Looking at Tribal Humor
54. Beets
55. Once Upon a Virus in Hollywood
56. How to Scream inside Your Heart
57. American (Indian) Dirt
58. Fifty Shades of Buckskin: Satire as a Decolonizing Tool
59. Missing Oregon Senators Shape-Shift into Wild Horses
60. An Open Letter of Apology to Native Americans from One of the Covington Catholic School Students
61. Westworld’s Dolores Abernathy Steps in for Betsy DeVos in “60 Minutes” Interview
62. Tourist Tossed Like a Caesar Salad by Free Range Emo-Goth in Yellowstone National Park, Shits Pants
63. Groundbreaking Research Finds Legendary Hunkpapa Leader Sitting Bull to be Pretendian
64. Take a Page from Me, Elizabeth Warren, and Celebrate Your Quaint Family Lore
65. Sole Non-Indigenous Person Has No Opinion Whatsoever about Senator Warren’s Spit Test
66. Mount Rushmore Is Trending and Somehow It Doesn’t Occur to Anyone That It’s a Desecration of a Sacred Place and a Monument to White Supremacy and Genocide
67. Field Guide to Southwestern Native American Women
68. Gen. George Armstrong Custer’s Desktop in Hell
69. How to Be Funny Tips
70. Considering Idolatry, Iron Eyes Cody, and Bluffy Sainte-Marie
71. Reductress Headlines for Native Women
72. Typical Schedule for Native American
Source Acknowledgments
Recenzii
"This irreverent memoir-in-essays from poet and satirist Midge (Bury My Heart at Chuck E. Cheese's), a member of the Standing Rock Sioux tribe, begins with mild musings on everyday frustrations before crescendoing into resonant commentary on colonialism and cultural appropriation. . . . Readers will be dazzled by Midge's abrasive wit."—Publishers Weekly
"Readers familiar with Midge, fans of books like Samantha Irby's Wow, No Thank You (2020), and those interested in internet-oriented humor writers will appreciate Midge's insights."—Zeja Z. Copes, Booklist
“What’s black and white and read all over? The Dreamcatcher in the Wry should be. In the tradition of Alexander Posey, Alice Walker, Vine Deloria Jr., and other astute literary and social commentators, Tiffany Midge responds to life’s synchronicities and idiosyncrasies—trends, obsessions, observations, and life in quarantine—with her acute and original humor, wit, and trademark style.”—Chip Livingston, author of Saints of the Republic and Crow-Blue, Crow-Black
“If you don’t have a friend who can riff on the joys and absurdities of life, you need this book. Tiffany Midge is a great companion, full of wit and insight, ranging in topics from Native American history to contemporary politics to can openers, and never taking herself too seriously. If you’re lucky enough to have a friend like that, then you’re going to need two copies, because your friend is gonna want one too.”—Beth Piatote, author of The Beadworkers: Stories
“Tiffany Midge gets it. She’s a humorist with style, the Dorothy Parker of Indian Country. Blessed with a keen eye and a sharp bite, she swats at the inanities buzzing where Native culture and mainstream collide. Funny and irreverent, The Dreamcatcher in the Wry is all melody and syncopated rhythms, and Tiffany Midge can dance. Come join the party.”—Gordon Lee Johnson (Cahuilla/Cupeño), author of Bird Songs Don’t Lie and Rez Dogs Eat Beans
“Tiffany Midge’s short takes on life as an Indigenous woman are funny and witty from the title on. She sees humor and irony everywhere she looks and is always aware of history. She finds ‘satire to be much more fulfilling than inspirational messaging’ and is clear-eyed about the state of the world, including how much U.S. colonialism resembles Russia’s war on Ukraine. She knows who her grandmother would be praying for. The Dreamcatcher in the Wry generously invites us to join her in laughing and facing facts in equal measure, often together.”—Molly Fisk, author of Everything but the Kitchen Skunk: Ongoing Observations from a Working Poet
Descriere
Tiffany Midge’s hilarious and biting collection of essays, written during the COVID-19 pandemic, brims with satiric insight from a Native American perspective. The Dreamcatcher in the Wry entertains while it informs, gleaning wisdom from the incongruities of everyday life and turning over the colonizer’s society and culture for some good old Native American roasting.