A dozen Native Americans from Oakland, some related, some
not, each have their own sections in this novel. Their stories are mostly sad, saturated with
drug abuse and alcoholism. Dene Oxendene
stands out, in that he has landed a grant to document the oral histories of
some of his fellow Native Americans in Oakland.
What all of these characters have in common is that they all plan to
attend the big Oakland Powwow.
Everything comes to a head at the powwow with some disastrous results
and some conclusions left inconclusive.
I think the message of how Native Americans have been mistreated
and forgotten is one that we all need to hear, but I am not a fan of how this
message was delivered here. The
characters are impossible to keep up with, and I found it equally impossible to
feel invested in them. Yes, they are
diverse with a wide-ranging set of experiences and problems, but I didn’t feel
that I really knew any of them. Perhaps
I had difficulty relating to their heritage and sense of isolation, but the
lack of a coherent storyline contributed to my problem with really getting
immersed in their stories. Actually,
it’s just as well, because the author leaves us hanging about the fate of many
of these characters, so I’m glad that I was not too deeply attached to any of
them. I was expecting chaos at the
powwow, and the author did not disappoint in that regard, but he left us with a
lot of unfinished business.
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