Annie Muktuk and Other Stories | 
pickVery well written. Took a bit to get into but really liked it!
pickVery well written. Took a bit to get into but really liked it!
pickRecommended by Lauren (not on Litsy) on the Best of 2017 Reading Envy Podcast episode (105), included in a package of Canadian lit from @Lindy, my only surprise is that I didn't read it sooner. I loved these stories of Inuit life, all from the author's family and observations along the way. Loved the glossary in the back too. 🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟
Notes on my book blog about the highlights of my eclectic September reads: https://lindypratch.blogspot.ca/2017/10/best-of-september-reading-2017.html?m=1
pickAn outstanding collection of stories, some of them featuring the same Inuit characters. Tragedy and joy, told in a conversational style, intimate and fresh. I loved this. #IndigenousBooks #CanadianAuthors 🇨🇦
Another month, another 30 books. My 5-star reads are circled: Annie Muktuk; A Closed and Common Orbit; Down Among the Sticks and Bones; Indigenous Writes; Salt, Fat, Acid, Heat; & This Wound Is a World.
They are my daughters, the extension of me in this cold northern world. I taught them some English but mostly they all speak their moms' tongue and so do I. When I learned their language, I began to respect their culture and it became a part of me. It moved into my heart and set up camp in my soul. It became who I am.
There's an Inuktitut glossary at the back of this short story collection. Since today is International Peace Day, I will share the Inuktitut word for "in peace": saimmavuq. ? #Indigenousvoices
He would become an Under One. He would be beneath the earth but it would not be Hell. Hell, the Old Ones had told him, did not exist underneath the water and land. Hell was this yellow-walled room and he was leaving it.
He had said he was there to study mollusks. Siutiruq in her language—snails. No one ate snails! She told him that if he was looking for wrinkles to visit her anaanatsiaq. He didn't understand. She had dug in some mud along the shoreline and held one close to his blue eyes.
"See the wrinkles on their shell—like Grandma's face!" she had exclaimed. He grinned with all those perfect white teeth.
"Hey, see that big rock over there—let's roll it!"
"Rock and roll—old style, husband?" Elipsee grins.
We begin our game of tundra bowling. When we were kids we used to go out and just roll the tundra rock around. We'd make castles and forts and igloos and cairns. We didn't make inukshuks though. That was serious stuff for serious hunters.
Norma Dunning, earlier this evening, signing my copy of her book of contemporary Inuit short stories. I've already read two of them. 😍
pickThoughtful and sparse and yet rich with detail. Dunning has brought to life a corner of the world I'll full admit my ignorance of prior to reading these stories. Recommended. #ownvoices #wndb #diversebooks #shortstories
I don't love reading unbound manuscript pages, but I will make an exception for this book because I am super excited about it. #ownvoices #wndb #shortstories
Oooh, I definitely want to read this!
http://www.cbc.ca/news/canada/north/norma-dunning-inuit-stories-annie-muktuk-1.4...
