Friday, May 2, 2014

Just another take on the Great Australian Novel

How to Write the Great American Indian Novel

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, of course, are 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. 

Sherman Alexie. Here


  1. That's pretty bloody funny.

    Horse culture.

    I wonder what the quintessential Australian Aboriginal story would be like?

  2. I think that's the prompt Alex, got me agitated too. The writing there is so assured, it's a complicated issue, but there's an ease and confidence behind the sentiment that carries it. Effortless and beautiful really.

    1. it's a complicated issue, but there's an ease and confidence behind the sentiment that carries it. Effortless and beautiful really.

      Yes, Ciaran. I see it as a very neatly and concisely constructed criticism with just enough humour to hammer home the point and make reading it enjoyable. I see so much supposed satire these days that's over the top and silly and still completely misses most of the important points of the subject matter.

      I wish I saw more of this kind of stuff.

  3. Thank you guys for your comments. I was worried this post had slipped through with no readers. I think it's brilliant. The link at the bottom of the post takes you to Sherman's biog which kind of shapes up the poem's origins nicely.

  4. How about his output? I mean, what chance has anyone got with guys like that in the world. The guy's a genuis.

  5. Brilliant was the word that came to my mind as well, when I read it. Thanks for sharing Sarah.