Making a Case for Myth in Modern Life: A Review of Smoky Zeidel’s The Storyteller’s Bracelet
(Thomas-Jacob
Publishing, 2015), ISBN: 978-0989572989
Frequent readers of my book reviews and creative writing are
well aware of my belief that mythology, folktales, and multicultural tales, and
storytelling in general, are an all-too-often missing and yet vitally important
element of a healthy mind and well-functioning society (I am in the process of
writing a new book about it), so when I got the opportunity to read and review
this book, I jumped at the chance.
I
was not disappointed.
Smoky Zeidel is not a Native American, as she tells us in the book’s
Afterword. And yet she captures the syntax, symbolism, and simple beauty of the
Native American expression of human experience with an artistry that makes for
almost hypnotic reading.
The Storyteller’s Bracelet is the story
of two young people, Otter and Sun Song, from The Tribe (more on the
nonspecificity of exactly which tribe
later) who are sent East to an Indian School to be trained in the ways of the
Others, the Whites.
The
history of the subjugation, the conquering, of the Native Peoples of North
America is hopefully known to the reader of this review, so it will suffice to
say that in the process of Education, there was no small amount of derision and
humiliation directed at these students—forbidden to speak their language, to
practice their rituals, to wear their traditional clothing—they were expected
to Assimilate. There are countless other examples of this practice on the
global scale—the English engineered this very thing against the Scots.
Zeidel
has done her research and has woven both Native and White practices seamlessly
into her story. Having been a longtime student of Lakota practices and having
participated in vision quests and sweat lodge, I can say with some confidence
that Zeidel gets it right. And this accuracy undergirds the more mythological
and magical parts of the story.
I
hesitate to say too much about the story itself—I found myself surprised on
more than one occasion by the twists and turns the story took, and I would hate
to ruin them for another reader. Instead, I’d like to spend the rest of my
allotted space talking about some of the larger thematic issues at work in The Storyteller’s Bracelet.
It
is clear that Zeidel’s decision to pull traditions and myths from numerous
tribes instead of focusing on a specific group was an excellent one. It gives
her freedom to combine the strongest elements available to reinforce her story
and it guards her against offending or otherwise misrepresenting any given
group. It is also then easier for the reader to get inside the symbols and
freely swim around inside of them.
Zeidel
also does a fine job of telling the story with balance and multiple viewpoints.
As she says in the Afterword, not all Indian Schools were the vicious,
disrespectful, and dangerous place as this book’s Oak Tree School is, but in
the pursuit of telling an engaging and edgy story that will keep the reader’s
attention (especially in our desensitized, visually and aurally overwhelmed
modern world) this “heightening and compressing” (as writing theory calls it),
is both appropriate and necessary.
The
Whites and Native Peoples represent a broad spectrum of beliefs and actions. Zeidel
has confidence enough in the tale she wants to tell to let the circumstances
speak for themselves. Because all points of view are given equal weight in the
core story, there is no agenda on the author’s part, and that is to be
applauded. Agenda-ism is killing healthy dialogue in modern America, to our
collective peril.
The
notion of the bully within the educational system is an important one to
examine, again falling under the umbrella of agenda-ism. What version of
History or Science is being taught? How are our other social institutions, such
as churches, feeding into and shaping the curriculum? How does socioeconomic status and ideas
of the Privilege of the Wealthy shape our society?
An
albeit rare yet connected element of this is the privileged predator in a
position of power who targets children through sexual abuse. There is a
character in The Storyteller’s Bracelet that
is chillingly close to the convicted child predator Jerry Sandusky.
All
of these pressing social issues aside, though, The Storyteller’s Bracelet is first and foremost about our
collective experiences and histories as a single, whole Humanity, no matter our
color, our gender, our religious beliefs, or our socioeconomic status. It is
here that our Myths are most important and most resonant. When we consider that
the Hopi word for the moon is the Tibetan word for the sun and vice versa, and
that all ancient peoples assigned one of four colors—white, red, black, and
yellow—to the four cardinal directions in their own unique patterns, then it is
hard to rationalize our pervasive attitude of Other, for it seems we all
started from the same central point, the Axis Mundi, as philosophers,
anthropologists, and comparative mythologists call it.
I
applaud Smoky Zeidel for keeping story and myth alive and radiant in
our darkened modern world, and for doing it with such splendid skill, craft,
and heart.
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