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A Literary Review, by Marylin Houle
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Long ago, a fire deep within the earth grew, and molded
the mountains into what they are today. This deep story of suffering shows us that our own fires leave scars within us that shape who we become. Sarah Graves is a ten year old girl with a fascination for Native culture, and a wisdom reaching far beyond what her parent's PhDs could ever come close to. |
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Across the street from Sarah, resides Madeline Oodegard, a woman who's
lived quite a life as a nurse, teacher, mother, and wife. If the mountains could speak - of Chief Oouray's hidden rage, which buries the pain he's carried over in death of having his only son taken away from him and of seeing his people destroyed; of the pain that Barbara MacIntosh hides inside as she watches her little boy suffer the agony of burn wounds; of the emptiness that Madeline Oodegard consumes herself in, perhaps as a penance for out living her suicidal husband; and of poor Sarah Graves, who is the smallest and most fragile of all these, but suffers the most... in the dark of the night and in the very cradle of where trust should be woven - if the mountains could speak of these, they would erupt in terrible anger, and scar the land, letting them know, perhaps, a little of the pain going on upon their very peaks.
The Basket Maker is a tremendous stirring
of emotions told by each character's point of view, resulting in an
overload of empathy for diverse situations.
Reading this story made me feel like one of those
people who slow down to take a peak when driving by an accident, or who
cover their eyes for the scary parts of the movie, but can't help but peak
in between fingers just a little.
You can purchase a copy at Amazon.ca
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