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Rice, Waubgeshig

 
9781770414006: Moon of The Crusted Snow: A Novel
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ISBN 10: 1770414002 ISBN 13: 9781770414006
Verlag: ECW Press, 2018

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National BestsellerWinner of the 2019 OLA Forest of Reading Evergreen AwardShortlisted for the 2019 John W. Campbell Memorial AwardShortlisted for the 2019/20 First Nation Communities READ Indigenous Literature Award2020 Burlington Library Selection; 2020 Hamilton Reads One Book One Community Selection; 2020 Region of Waterloo One Book One Community Selection; 2019 Ontario Library Association Ontario Together We Read Program Selection; 2019 Women’s National Book Association’s Great Group Reads; 2019 Amnesty International Book Club PickJanuary 2020 Reddit r/bookclub pick of the month“This slow-burning thriller is also a powerful story of survival and will leave readers breathless.” — Publishers Weekly“Rice seamlessly injects Anishinaabe language into the dialogue and creates a beautiful rendering of the natural world … This title will appeal to fans of literary science-fiction akin to Cormac McCarthy as well as to readers looking for a fresh voice in indigenous fiction.” — BooklistA daring post-apocalyptic novel from a powerful rising literary voiceWith winter looming, a small northern Anishinaabe community goes dark. Cut off, people become passive and confused. Panic builds as the food supply dwindles. While the band council and a pocket of community members struggle to maintain order, an unexpected visitor arrives, escaping the crumbling society to the south. Soon after, others follow.The community leadership loses its grip on power as the visitors manipulate the tired and hungry to take control of the reserve. Tensions rise and, as the months pass, so does the death toll due to sickness and despair. Frustrated by the building chaos, a group of young friends and their families turn to the land and Anishinaabe tradition in hopes of helping their community thrive again. Guided through the chaos by an unlikely leader named Evan Whitesky, they endeavor to restore order while grappling with a grave decision.Blending action and allegory, Moon of the Crusted Snow upends our expectations. Out of catastrophe comes resilience. And as one society collapses, another is reborn. Sales and Market BulletsA post-apocalyptic thriller set in Northeastern Ontario west of James BayAuthor is a high profile CBC journalist influential on Twitter with 24.8K followers (@waub)The book centers around a First Nation community of AnishinaabeHistorically, post-apocalyptic stories and themes haven’t been thoroughly explored from an Indigenous perspective in literary fictionExamines the ongoing impacts of settler colonialism on Indigenous communitiesA unique and compelling story about an Indigenous community by an Indigenous authorAudienceFor readers of Richard Wagamese’s Medicine WalkPromotional PlansPitch author to literary festivals across North America, esp. IFOA. Liaise with the author's contacts at CBC (he is a high profile and influential journalist there with name recognition). Send to trade review publications for increased US exposure (Quill & Quire, Library Journal, Kirkus, Publishers Weekly, Booklist, etc.)Pitch reviews at major dailies (New York Times, Washington Post, Los Angeles Times, Wall Street Journal, Globe and Mail, Toronto Star, National Post)Pitch reviews at literary journals (The Malahat Review, Literary Review of Canada, Canadian Notes & Queries, The New Quarterly, Geist)

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Waubgeshig Rice is an author and journalist originally from Wasauksing First Nation. His first short story collection, Midnight Sweatlodge, was inspired by his experiences growing up in an Anishinaabe community and won an Independent Publishers Book Award in 2012. His debut novel, Legacy, followed in 2014. In 2014, he received the Anishinabek Nation’s Debwewin Citation for excellence in First Nation Storytelling. He now splits his time between Sudbury and Wasauksing.

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FiveThree hard knocks woke Nicole and Evan. She groaned, and he turned over as three more thuds vibrated through the house. “What the hell is that?” she mumbled. Evan groaned. “I’ll go check.” He got out of bed in his T-shirt and boxer shorts in the grey predawn light. At the door, he recognized the familiar silhouette of Isaiah, who smiled mischievously at Evan’s sleep-rumpled state and walked in.“I woulda said whatever happened to calling,” Evan grumbled, “but I remembered the phones are out.”“Yeah, all moccasin telegraph all the time these days,” Isaiah replied. Evan was already tired of this joke. Izzy fell into the armchair beside the door without taking off his heavy red parka, grey toque, or boots.“What’s going on?”“Terry wants everyone in public works over at the band office right away. He pounded at my door just about fifteen minutes ago. My job was to round you up.”“It’s Saturday, damn it!”“Yeah, well, he says it’s an emergency. He’s talking about firing up the generator. No one knows what’s going on with the hydro.”The chief calling an emergency meeting on a Saturday morning was serious. Evan snapped awake. “Alright, lemme go get dressed,” he said. “What’s it like outside?”“Gettin’ colder.” “Shit.”Evan quickly returned to the bedroom, where Nicole lay awake in the warm, uneasy darkness. “What’s Izzy want?” “Gotta go to work,” he replied, as he picked up the jeans from the floor and pulled them on. “What’s going on?”“Not totally sure, but Izzy says Terry wants everyone in public works over at the shop. Guess he wants to turn the generator on.”“That’s good. The food in the fridge might start to go bad without the power.” “Yeah, and it’d be good to put the kids in front of a movie for a break,” he said with a laugh.He leaned in to kiss his partner and walked back to the front door, where his outside clothes hung on the hook.Once he was dressed, Evan and Isaiah stepped outside into the cold. A faint pink glow in the east hinted at the sunrise. I guess it’s not that early, Evan thought.They climbed into Isaiah’s idling truck, and Evan appreciated the warmth of the cab. Isaiah turned up the country music on his truck’s stereo and backed out onto the road.“First you wake me up to work on a Saturday, then you make me listen to this shit?” Evan said.“Shut the hell up,” his friend shot back. “This music is about real pain and struggle. It’s our people’s music.”Evan rolled his eyes and looked out the window, willing to let the music be a distraction from his worries. He loved his friend like a brother. They’d been through almost everything together — hunts, hardships, and heartaches — but he couldn’t stand Isaiah’s taste in music. Each house the truck passed was dark. There wouldn’t be much activity in these homes this early on a Saturday anyway, but every unlit window was hard to ignore. As the late fall sun began to peek over the horizon, its low angle cast tiny shadows behind the bigger chunks of gravel spread across the route. The shallow streams in the deep ditches on either side were frozen solid. The truck rolled through the village to the outskirts on the other side of town. Black spruce trees closed in around them as they approached the generating station by the shop. The reverberating echo of a slide guitar faded slowly as Isaiah lined his truck up with the six other pickup trucks in front of the high brick building. He smiled as he parked, no doubt amused that he had made Evan endure another country song. Terry Meegis, the chief, stood near the green front door with Evan’s father, having a smoke. Evan wasn’t surprised to see Dan there. He was head of the band’s public works department and would be instrumental in any decisions that needed to be made.Evan and Isaiah got out of the truck and approached the two older men. The huge white diesel tanks that loomed over the shop were stained a deep orange by the rising sun. The sky above was brightening into a more comforting azure.“Mino gizheb niniwag. Aaniish na?” said Terry.“Morning,” they replied. Evan noticed dark circles under Terry’s eyes. He was only a couple of years older than Dan, but it was obvious that he wasn’t getting much sleep recently. The chief took a drag from his cigarette and ran a hand through his coarse hair. His short hairstyle caused his wiry hair to puff out around his ears and he looked just as he had for as long as Evan could remember, a reassuring constant in band life.The chief wasted no time. “We don’t know what’s going on with the power. Or the cellphones or the TV.” He looked at the two young men. Dan had already been briefed, so he stood slightly out of the circle, looking to the sunrise. “We have no communication with anyone from Hydro,” he continued. “The satellite phone’s not working, and we can’t pick up anything on the other end of the old shortwave radio. Before people start getting worried or acting crazy, we’re gonna fire up the generators. We’ll at least be able to hold them over through the weekend and into next week if we need to.”Evan and Isaiah nodded, then looked at each other cautiously. Terry noticed. “Don’t shit your pants,” he said. “We’ve dealt with this before. These things go out all the time. It’s just been a while since all of them were down at the same time. We’ll get the lights on for the weekend and regroup Monday.”Then Dan took over. “Tyler, JC, and a couple of the other boys are in there right now,” he said, gesturing over his shoulder into the building. “They’re getting the generators ready to fire up. We were scheduled to test them next week anyways. This is a good chance to do a run-through.”Evan breathed out in relief, a bit embarrassed he’d been so worried. “Joanne is down at the band office getting ready to print off notices,” Terry continued. Tyler’s mom was one of the band administrators. In a small community, family members worked together all the time. Terry and Dan had been friends since childhood, and JC Meegis, who was inside running tests, was Terry’s son.“We’re going to tell people that we’ve turned the generators on so no one’s food goes bad and so they can get their houses warm. If the power doesn’t come back over the weekend, we’re gonna have a community meeting Monday afternoon at the band office. I brought you guys here because I thought we needed more maintenance done inside before these machines fire up. But it looks like it’s under control.”The loud cranking of an engine echoed off the walls of the shop and one of the generators roared into operation. “So we just need you two to deliver the flyers,” said Terry. “Fuck, really?” said Isaiah.“What’s your problem?”“I don’t wanna go door to door on a Saturday morning.”“You just have to drop them off, dumbass. The power’s gonna be on, so it’s not like anyone will be demanding answers from you.”Evan chuckled.“What’s so funny, Tweedle Dum?” prodded the chief. “Nothing.”“Okay then, get your asses to work! We’ll update you later.”Evan looked at his father, and Dan gave him an easy smile back. The sun was up and shining through the dust on the windshield as they drove back east into the heart of the community to pick up the notices from the band office. Songs of...

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Verlag
ECW Press
Erscheinungsdatum
2018
Sprache
Englisch
ISBN 10 
1770414002
ISBN 13 
9781770414006
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Anzahl der Seiten
218
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