Book Giveaway: Reservation Blues and Bury My Heart At Wounded Knee

If you’ve ever wanted to be just ridiculously depressed, you need look no further than the history — and often the present circumstances — of North America’s first peoples. (I’m sure the same is true of South America, but just learning about the ones up here was bad enough for me at the moment.) With this book giveaway of two absolutely fabulous books, you’ll learn more about both.

Bury My Heart at Wounded  KneeDee Brown’s Bury My Heart at Wounded Knee was published in 1970 and for the first time offered a view of Indian history from the side of the Indians. It isn’t what you’d call a pretty story… with tribe after tribe, treaty after treaty is broken, cease-fires turn into bloodbaths, and time and again the US government and white settlers treat native people as pests to be exterminated, something less than human. There’s a sense of deja vu with each chapter as one tribe after another is treated with the same casual disregard, and either surrender themselves to fate or meet a bloody, hungry end. The book is written directly from Indian sources and accounts, and is peppered with quotes from the men whose history it tells. Perhaps none sums up the entire history better than the book’s closing quote, from famous Oglala Lakota war chief Red Cloud:

“They made us many promises, more than I can remember, but they never kept but one; they promised to take our land, and they took it.”

For those of you who, like me, felt that what we are taught in history class is generally a shallow, one-dimensional version of history written largely by the winners, this book is exactly the kind of different perspective you’ll love, even as it depresses you to tears. It’s the kind of book that I wish everyone in the world would read.

Reservation BluesOur second selection is Sherman Alexie’s Reservation Blues. I was introduced to Alexie through a film based on some of his work, Smoke Signals, and he’s since become one of my favorite authors. His interesting background gives him his own unique perspective — he’s a Spokane Indian born on the reservation — but I’m particularly enamored of the way he uses language. He’s a very powerful writer and always has something fascinating to say. I’ve read a few of his short story anthologies, like The Lone Ranger and Tonto Fistfight In Heaven and The Toughest Indian in the World, and this was the first full novel of his that I’d read. It doesn’t disappoint. It’s the story of a group of reservation Spokanes who start up a rock band with a mystical-and-possibly-evil-guitar at its center, but it’s also about the heritage of blood that every Indian can claim, and the difficulty of reservation life, and the fragility of the human soul. The thing I like most about Alexie’s stories is that they’re human stories; if you want to know what modern life is like for the descendants of those people Dee Brown wrote about, Alexie will give you perhaps more insight than any other writer, but his stories are essentially the stories not just of Indian people but of all people, and they’re invariably beautifully written. Reservation Blues is by turns sad, profound, funny, and in whole is utterly fantastic.

Both of these books were crazy-awesome, and I’d like to share the love. If you’d like to win this double book giveaway, leave a comment and make sure you include some way for me to get in touch with you, like an email or blog address. You have until next Sunday, March 11th at 9am Mountain, to enter, at which time I’ll choose a winner at random and probably have another book to give away. I have no sponsors and I do acquire most of my books from used book stores or Paperbackswap.com, so my giveaways are pretty much always for used books.

Featured Creature Friday: The Cuddly Capybara

I must say, I have been quite scandalized lately to discover exactly how many people don’t know what a capybara is. In my childhood, capybaras featured as regularly in animal lore as elephants and tigers and other exotic beasts, and as an adult I’ve found it hard to fathom that anybody else didn’t have the same experience. (I mean, obviously we don’t all have the same childhood, but how did these people survive all this time without knowing about capybaras?!) My love for capybaras came about mostly because as a child I was an avid consumer of Bill Peet‘s brilliantly illustrated children’s books, and one of my favorites was his story — based on his own life with his family’s pet capybara — called Capyboppy. (Also, I feel I should point out that as an adult I’m an avid consumer of Bill Peet’s children’s books. The man was a genius. Cowardly Clyde? Come on. Amazing.)

So, because I feel like you might be missing out on the best of all possible things by somehow failing to know what a capybara is, I want to introduce you to one of my favorite mammals. It’s much cuter than your average R.O.U.S., but is in fact the largest rodent in the world, standing 50-64cm tall at the withers. They weigh about a hundred pounds — that’s almost as much as my gargantuan dog. Good lord. They have slightly webbed feet and enjoy swimming, eating grass and water plants, and living in groups. They’re quite vocal and when they’re alarmed or excited they bark sort of like dogs.

Look at that dapper fellow. All he needs now is a monocle. And maybe a top hat. Photo by VigilancePrime at Wikipedia.

Capybaras are native to South America, and are a pretty important part of the food web there, providing meals for humans, anacondas, caimans, jaguars, ocelots, eagles, and probably just about anything else that likes to eat meat because seriously, these things are freaking huge. You might see them outside of South America though because, like Bill Pete, there are some people who really like to keep them as pets. Here’s one with a pretty sweet pool set-up, and here’s the same little fella going for a walk. (It’s possible I’m a little addicted to that youtube channel.) Keeping them as pets isn’t legal in some places though, and they’re pretty high-maintenance animals since they’re semi-aquatic and are wild animals and all, so don’t just run out and buy one. But if you’d like to live vicariously through somebody who does have a capybara, you should visit Caplin Rous’ blog.

Capybara reproduction is pretty standard for mammals, but there are a few interesting highlights. When the female is ready to mate, she alerts the males by whistling through her nose. (If only we could teach the females to wolf whistle, my life would be complete.) They actually mate only in the water, which I can only assume is because they’ve watched too many hot-tub-centric pornos, and then when the babies come there can be up to four in a litter. The wee ones nurse but also start nibbling at solid food pretty much right away, and they’re looked after by the whole group; capybaras believe it takes a village to raise a child.

Speaking of pups, baby capybaras are insanely cute. They’re like tiny little versions of the adults.

A baby capybara at the Paignton Zoo in the UK

Look at that baby capy. LOOK AT IT. Then watch this video of a baby at the San Diego Zoo and try to tell me your heart didn’t just grow three sizes. Just TRY to tell me that.

Now that you’ve nearly overdosed on the cuteness of capybaras, I hope that you’ll also take a look at Capyboppy next time you’re in the library or bookstore, and introduce yourself to the works of Bill Peet if you’re not already familiar. Because reading is fundamental, and even capybaras know that.

Capital old fellow! Capital!