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My initial (mis)perception of Klee Wyck those few years ago was that it was one story. I remember flipping through the pages a few weeks after receiving the gift and seeing the random spurts of dialogue and thinking, What if I don't like it? I know I'm entitled to my opinion and if I don't like it, then I don't like it, but as my camp name is KleeWyck, I felt the need to like my name sake. Maybe somewhat silly, but I was in part scared to open the pages and find that to be the case.
Carr's book is a series of short stories--well, not event stories really. They are snapshots of events that occurred in Carr's life. This was a pleasant surprise as it meant I was free to come and go whenever I so chose. I could read one from the back then one from the front. I could also read one now and then pick it up again in a month or two. The freedom to come and go, especially as school was starting up again, was nice.
As I read through the many stories, I was struck by Carr's honesty. She didn't sugar coat what people said--especially what the white missionaries said about the Indians. She wrote with a pure innocence and I really enjoyed her use of descriptive language. In the forward, Kathryn Bridge said that Carr would use her brief sketches to help with her paintings and I could tell. Some of the images were vivid with comparisons I wouldn't have thought of and I'm really glad I read the book. If you have the chance, I recommend reading this book. It gives a refreshing image of how the white-native relations were at the start of the 20th century and though simply written, is a powerful work.
In other, unrelated book news, for those wondering my friend found my bus pass and returned it to me a couple weeks ago. I'm still not entirely sure how I lost it in the first place, but it is found and that's all that matters.
Until the next time,