Just in case you needed a healthy dose of humor laced with well-justified bitterness to end your weekend, here is one of my very favorite pieces of metaliterature:
How to Write the Great American Indian Novel
Sherman Alexie
All of the Indians must have tragic features: tragic noses, eyes, and arms.
Their hands and fingers must be tragic when they reach for tragic food.
The hero must be a half-breed, half white and half Indian, preferably
from a horse culture. He should often weep alone. That is mandatory.
If the hero is an Indian woman, she is beautiful. She must be slender
and in love with a white man. But if she loves an Indian man
then he must be a half-breed, preferably from a horse culture.
If the Indian woman loves a white man, then he has to be so white
that we can see the blue veins running through his skin like rivers.
When the Indian woman steps out of her dress, the white man gasps
at the endless beauty of her brown skin. She should be compared to nature:
brown hills, mountains, fertile valleys, dewy grass, wind, and clear water.
If she is compared to murky water, however, then she must have a secret.
Indians always have secrets, which are carefully and slowly revealed.
Yet Indian secrets can be disclosed suddenly, like a storm.
Indian men are, of course, storms. They should destroy the lives
of any white women who choose to love them. All white women love
Indian men. That is always the case. White women feign disgust
at the savage in blue jeans and T-shirt, but secretly lust after him.
White women dream about half-breed Indian men from horse cultures.
Indian men are horses, smelling wild and gamey. When the Indian man
unbuttons his pants, the white woman should think of topsoil.
There must be one murder, one suicide, one attempted rape.
Alcohol should be consumed. Cars must be driven at high speeds.
Indians must see visions. White people can have the same visions
if they are in love with Indians. If a white person loves an Indian
then the white person is Indian by proximity. White people must carry
an Indian deep inside themselves. Those interior Indians are half-breed
and obviously from horse cultures. If the interior Indian is male
then he must be a warrior, especially if he is inside a white man.
If the interior Indian is female, then she must be a healer, especially if she is inside
a white woman. Sometimes there are complications.
An Indian man can be hidden inside a white woman. An Indian woman
can be hidden inside a white man. In these rare instances,
everybody is a half-breed struggling to learn more about his or her horse culture.
There must be redemption, of course, and sins must be forgiven.
For this, we need children. A white child and an Indian child, gender
not important, should express deep affection in a childlike way.
In the Great American Indian novel, when it is finally written,
all of the white people will be Indians and all of the Indians will be ghosts.
(1996)
5 responses so far ↓
The Lizard Queen // December 3, 2007 at 11:01 am |
Ha. That’s excellent. Painful, but excellent.
Alina S // December 3, 2007 at 3:15 pm |
I find Alexie to be brilliant. I haven’t read this particular piece before, so thank you for bringing it to my attention. It only strengthened my previous impressions of his work.
If you have not chanced to read “Dear John Wayne,” (which is highly unlikely, but still…) I highly recommend it.
Alina S // December 3, 2007 at 3:18 pm |
And, as a by-the-way, do you mind me asking why you named your blog “People’s Front of Judea”?
luaphacim // December 4, 2007 at 6:54 pm |
Monty Python!
Alina S // December 5, 2007 at 3:32 am |
Well, of course! I was just wondering why that particular one and not say “the knights of Ni” or something like that….