- Taschenbuch: 256 Seiten
- Verlag: Harpercollins Publishers (21. Oktober 2002)
- Sprache: Englisch
- ISBN-10: 0007136366
- ISBN-13: 978-0007136360
- Größe und/oder Gewicht: 12,9 x 1,7 x 19,8 cm
- Durchschnittliche Kundenbewertung: 5 Kundenrezensionen
- Amazon Bestseller-Rang: Nr. 224.874 in Fremdsprachige Bücher (Siehe Top 100 in Fremdsprachige Bücher)
The Antelope Wife (Englisch) Taschenbuch – 21. Oktober 2002
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As Louise Erdrich's magical novel The Antelope Wife opens, a cavalry soldier pursues a dog with an Ojibwa baby strapped to its back. For days he follows them through "the vast carcass of the world west of the Otter Tail River" until finally the dog allows him to approach and handle the child--a girl, not yet weaned, who latches onto his nipples until, miraculously, they begin to give milk. In another kind of novel, this might be a metaphor. But this is the fictional world of Louise Erdrich, where myth is woven deeply into the fabric of everyday life. A famous cake tastes of grief, joy, and the secret ingredient: fear. The tie that binds the antelope wife to her husband is, literally, the strip of sweetheart calico he used to yoke her hand to his. Legendary characters sew beads into colorful patterns, and these patterns become the design of the novel itself.
The Antelope Wife centers on the Roys and the Shawanos, two closely related Ojibwa families living in modern-day Gakahbekong, or Minneapolis. Urban Indians of mixed blood, they are "scattered like beads off a necklace and put back together in new patterns, new strings," and Erdrich follows them through two failed marriages, a "kamikaze" wedding, and several tragic deaths. But the plot also loops and circles back, drawing in a 100-year-old murder, a burned Ojibwa village, a lost baby, several dead twins, and another baby nursed on father's milk.
The familiar Erdrich themes are all here--love, family, history, and the complex ways these forces both bind and separate the generations, stitching them into patterns as complex as beadwork. At least initially, this swirl of characters, narratives, time lines, and connections can take a little getting used to; several of the story lines do not match up until the book's conclusion. But in the end, Erdrich's lovely, lyrical language prevails, and the reader succumbs to the book's own dreamlike logic. As The Antelope Wife closes, Erdrich steps back to address readers directly for the first time, and the moment expands the book's elaborate patterns well beyond the confines of its pages. "Who is beading us?" she asks. "Who are you and who am I, the beader or the bit of colored glass sewn onto the fabric of the earth?... We stand on tiptoe, trying to see over the edge, and only catch a glimpse of the next bead on the string, and the woman's hand moving, one day, the next, and the needle flashing over the horizon." -- Mary Park, editor -- Dieser Text bezieht sich auf eine andere Ausgabe: Taschenbuch.
`A fiercely imagined tale of love and loss, a story that manages to transform tragedy into comic redemption, sorrow into heroic survival.' New York Times`This is realism at its most magical, in a novel as satisfying as any Erdrich has written.' Kirkus`Richly cadenced, deeply textured, Erdrich's writing has the lustre and sheen of poetry.' Los Angeles Times`[An] extraordinary new offering of history, lore, obsession, loss, and love. Beautifully, extravagantly, in narrative fragments that mix metaphor and story, Erdrich creates a seemingly haphazard, totally absorbing series of oblique snapshots of these characters.' San Francisco ChronicleAlle Produktbeschreibungen
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This is a fine work, one that makes me look forward all the more to Louise Erdrich's next book.
1. Time is not a linear process but a pool of information at which we drink. On the last page the story folds back nearly a hundred years to its beginning and, in the same paragraph, reaches forward twenty-five years past its own end, because what we need to know swims quietly in those two places.
2. The Going Out is always temporary. Always, Coming Home is good. Everything is out of balance until the antelope wife is allowed to go home.
3. Laughing at the silliness of love is neither impious nor cynical. Like Tales of Burning Love, The Antelope Wife ends with a ludicrous love scene, almost as funny as Jack's peanut race and wonderfully touching.
4. It was written, as Erdrich wisely warns us, before the suicide of her husband, Michael Dorris.
Anglo hippies, during the Vietnam War, were endlessly puzzled by American Indian patriotism; they looked for explanations in irony, innocence, 'warrior values.' The truth is simple. American Indian cultures are essentially conservative, conservators of home, tradition, the foundations that the past lays for the future. If their enemies are also conservative, so what? If your enemies love dancing, do you learn not to?
Erdrich's stories turn like foraging herds through their own territory, back upon themselves. They turn upon meals, because the Ojibwa and Cree worried enough about food to create a spirit of starvation, the windigo. The windigo dog, whose stories balance against so much of the novel's action, is that spirit, wary but accommodated.
The antelope wife, a kidnapped child cut loose from home by a series of terrible accidents, is so utterly lost that she can only be brought back by force, and what is taken by force is, inevitably, damaged. Causes ripple like signs of tossed pebbles, and she ripples through all the lives of what should have been her relatives.
Am I making sense? What a beautiful book this is. But what a waste of energy to contest with it, to try to hook its secrets out. Swim in the stories, listen with the back of your mind, wear the lives of the Roys and the Shawanos and Richard Whiteheart Bead until they become familiar.
You will be warmed by their love. Not lulled, but contented. It is a book of terrible truths, mothers and dead children, but in the end, we come home.
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