The Summer of Black Widows

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Readers will find much here for contemplation: “On the top of Wellpinit Mountain, I watch for fires, listen to a radio powered by the ghosts of 1,000 horses, shot by the United States Cavalry a century ago, last week, yesterday.” Amazing.

Available in paperback or hardcover.  Sherman Alexie (Spokane/Coeur d’Alene),  The Summer of Black Widows. 1996.

Here are “totem sonnets” to Pablo Neruda and Muhammad Ali, Anna Mae Aquash and Buffy Sainte-Marie, Wovoka and Ishi, insulin and hypodermic. Here are spiders carrying stories in their stomachs, Walt Whitman dreaming of a jump shot, uranium trucks dropping hot dust on Indian children, tears building a new bridge across the Bering Strait, beer cans sounding like oceans of betrayal when held to the ear, Fred Astaire owl dancing at a powwow, a prison worker reverently preparing the last meal for a condemned man, Indian women singing for Marilyn Monroe’s health, and people dying in stupid ways. Here are, over and over, visions of a dying sister in every fire, and fire, fire, and more fire. Readers will find much here for contemplation: “On the top of Wellpinit Mountain, I watch for fires, listen to a radio powered by the ghosts of 1,000 horses, shot by the United States Cavalry a century ago, last week, yesterday.” Amazing.