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On the Rez is a sharp, unflinching account of the modern-day American Indian experience, especially that of the Oglala Sioux, who now live on the Pine Ridge Indian Reservation in the plains and badlands of the American West. Crazy Horse, perhaps the greatest Indian war leader of the 1800s, and Black Elk, the holy man whose teachings achieved worldwide renown, were Oglala; in these typically perceptive pages, Frazier seeks out their descendants on Pine Ridge—a/k/a "the rez"—which...

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On the Rez is a sharp, unflinching account of the modern-day American Indian experience, especially that of the Oglala Sioux, who now live on the Pine Ridge Indian Reservation in the plains and badlands of the American West. Crazy Horse, perhaps the greatest Indian war leader of the 1800s, and Black Elk, the holy man whose teachings achieved worldwide renown, were Oglala; in these typically perceptive pages, Frazier seeks out their descendants on Pine Ridge—a/k/a "the rez"—which is one of the poorest places in America today.

Along with his longtime friend Le War Lance (whom he first wrote about in his 1989 bestseller, Great Plains) and other Oglala companions, Frazier fully explores the rez as they visit friends and relatives, go to pow-wows and rodeos and package stores, and tinker with a variety of falling-apart cars. He takes us inside the world of the Sioux as few writers ever have, writing with much wit, compassion, and imagination. In the career of SuAnne Big Crow, for example, the most admired Oglala basketball player of all time, who died in a car accident in 1992, Frazier finds a contemporary reemergence of the death-defying, public-spirited Sioux hero who fights with grace and glory to save her followers.

On the Rez vividly portrays the survival, through toughness and humor, of a great people whose culture has helped to shape the American identity.

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This first-person narrative of a trip to Pine Ridge Indian Reservation in South Dakota is a strong and natural follow-up to Frazier's Great Plains. His frank yet sympathetic portrait of the tragically impoverished Oglala Sioux stands in contrast to the image of the majestic landscape they inhabit. An excellent read.
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"[Frazier] makes an eloquent and impassioned argument for the United States government 's giving back the Black Hills to the Sioux. And he provides some artful digressions on Sioux ideals of heroism, on the Lakota language, and on Indian superstitions and lore . . . As for Mr. Frazier's accounts of his own travels, they are enlivened by a keen eye for detail, and the same delightful sense of the absurd that animated his humor collections."—Michiko Kakutani, The New York Times

"An astute, personal, and disarmingly frank assessment of life and conflict among the Oglala Sioux on South Dakota's Pine Ridge Reservation . . . [A] remarkably thorough and thoroughly eclectic study."—Kirkus Reviews

"Frazier's account of Pine Ridge and of his uncommon friendship with Le War Lance is engaging, resonant."—Evan S. Connell

"No citizen interested in reservation life—or in human kindness and human troubles—should fail to read Ian Frazier's gripping story."—Tony Hillerman

"A wonderful, painful guidebook to a bitter beautiful land. It all rang true to me."—Martin Cruz Smith

"Funny, playful, sly, On the Rez may be the best and most truthful book about the American Indian available today."—Milwaukee Journal Sentinel

"[Frazier] is like an archaeologist of social sensibilities, paying rapt attention to dialect, landscapes, sounds, and political quirks, then displaying them in artfully simple sentences."—The New Yorker

"To render the complicated truth, to make a reader see . . . that something wonderful about the American Indian flourishes even in the midst of what one of the residents of Pine Ridge describes as 'just a slum' —that is very difficult. Frazier knows the difference between real emotion and its counterfeits. In his philosophy, there is room for sentiment, and in this book he makes good and evil palpable, and palpably intertwined."—Tracy Kidder, The New York Times Book Review

Don McLeese
On the Rez is Frazier's darkest, most bittersweet book to date, one that transcends the glib dandyism of the humorist's early essay collections to arrive at a troubling depiction of an American endgame, one where the lure of a wide-open highway leads either to gridlock or a reckless fatalism.
Book Magazine, March/April 2000
New York Times
As for Mr. Frazier's accounts of his own travels, they are enlivened by a keen eye for detail, and the same delightful sense of the absurd that animamted his humor collections.
New Yorker
Frazier is like an archeologist of social sensibilities, paying rapt attention to dialect, landscapes, sounds, and political quirks, then displaying them in artfully simple sentences.
Andrew Ferguson
On the Rezis a book to admire. Fortune
Sherman Alexie
Frazier writes...with transcendent talent, with compelling metaphors and gorgeous description...
Los Angeles Times Book Review
Scott Tobias
The word most commonly used to describe American Indian reservations is "bleak," a term supported by statistics on income (30.9% of Indians live below the poverty line) and mortality (their death rate from alcoholism is roughly four times the national average). But as much as it willingly concedes these problems, Ian Frazier's passionate and convincing On The Rez is committed to telling a story in which Native Americans' resilience and independent spirit are just as evident. Frazier, a former staff writer for The New Yorker, sees the personification of the modern Indian in Le War Lance, an Oglala Sioux he first encountered on a New York City street and described in his 1989 book Great Plains. Though their friendship is marred by Lance's tendency to borrow money and spin tall tales when he's been drinking (which is too often), Frazier is awed by his powerful sense of personal freedom and group identity. With Lance cast as a tour guide, On The Rez chronicles life on the Pine Ridge Reservation in South Dakota, taking casual excursions through the arid expanse of land with a few slow days reserved to work on broken-down cars and the occasional jaunt to the dreaded White Clay, Nebraska, the closest town that sells alcohol. With his flat, no-nonsense prose and frequent digressions into important historical anecdotes, Frazier demands a lot of patience from his readers. He admits as much when he sets up the story of an inspiring Oglala hero named SuAnne Big Crow, a high-school basketball star who died in a car accident at 17, and doesn't get around to telling it until about 200 pages later. But the impact of her accomplishments, specifically the way she fits into the tribe's concept of heroism, could only fully register when placed in context, however meandering the author's account can become at times. In stories like Big Crow's, On The Rez finds strength and permanence on dwindling reservations like Pine Ridge, where Indians refuse to get with "the program" and persist in a place where "the earth is just the earth, unadorned.
The Onion's A.V. Club
Publishers Weekly - Publisher's Weekly
When telling non-Indians that he was writing a book about the American Indian, Frazier (Great Plains, etc.) received a nearly unanimous reaction: that the subject sounds bleak. "Oddly," he says, "it is a word I never heard used by Indians themselves." Frazier builds his narrative--or, more deliberately, unpacks it, since he has no discernable plot, chronology or conclusion--around his 20-year friendship with the Indian Le War Lance and the Oglala Sioux of South Dakota's Pine Ridge Reservation. Though no "wannabe" or "buckskinner," Frazier emulates and reveres "the self-possessed sense of freedom" that he claims is the Indian contribution to the American character, adopted by the earliest European settlers and preserved in our system of government. Frazier's record of his travels with Le War Lance includes the tolls of alcohol, fights and car wrecks (Le claims to have survived 11 of them) and acknowledges the realities as well as the clich s of reservation life. But in his rendering, the calamities of American Indian life are outweighed by the pervasiveness and endurance of that same sense of freedom, a feeling that Frazier captures in his style, his organization, his wonderful eye for detail. Probably no book since Evan S. Connell's Son of the Morning Star has so imaginatively evoked the spirit of the American Indian in American life; like Connell's tours of the Little Bighorn battlefield, Frazier's visits to Pine Ridge and Wounded Knee, and to the descendants of Red Cloud and Black Elk, frame a broad meditation on American history, myth and misconception. Funny and sad, but never bleak, his meandering narrative is, in fact, the composite of many voices and many kinds of history. Agent, Andrew Wylie. (Jan.) Copyright 1999 Cahners Business Information.
KLIATT
If asked about today's American Indians, most people would answer with clichés and inaccurate remarks. Few of us are aware of what life is really like on the "reservation." Here Frazier provides a detailed view of life on the Pine Ridge Reservation in Southwestern South Dakota. It is a life of poverty, alcoholism, teen suicides, and little to look forward to. Yet in this bleak environment there are rays of hope. Frazier finds one such light in Su Anne Big Crow, a high school basketball star. Her spirit and energy show what one person can accomplish. Frazier's other friend, Le War Lance, also shows another side of the "rez." The book offers a serious look at a neglected topic, yet it is not without humor or a genuine sense of appreciation. Frazier obviously cares very much for his many friends on the "rez." He includes historical episodes to ground the present in the past. A good choice for YA readers. KLIATT Codes: SA—Recommended for senior high school students, advanced students, and adults. 2000, St. Martin's, Picador, 311p. illus. notes. index. 21cm. 99-28353., $14.00. Ages 16 to adult. Reviewer: Robin S. Holab-Abelman; White Plains, NY , July 2001 (Vol. 35, No. 4)
Library Journal
Following his other road books, the marvelous Great Plains (1989) and Family (1994), Frazier moved his family out West and spent several years exploring South Dakota's Pine Ridge Agency, hoping to enter (as far as "a middle-class white guy" with a ponytail can) the world of the Oglala Sioux. After starting with an uncharacteristic rant about modern American culture, he settles into his quietly observed adventures with friends Le War Lance and Floyd John, whom he fascinatedly and exasperatedly follows (and often drives) around their reservation, where local heroes include Crazy Horse, Red Cloud, and a high school basketball star named SuAnne Big Crow. While also making sidetrips into the Lakota language, Wounded Knee, Sioux political history, and the national disappearance of Indian bars, Frazier's broader interest is in the influence of Indian ideas of bravery and human freedom on the American character. His narrative tips at times between writing about his Pine Ridge friends and some Universal Indian, but the story always veers nicely back to specifics on the rez, a landscape "dense with stories." It's the seemingly casual artistry of his descriptions--of evocative prairie junk, a highway snow squall, a summer powwow in a field full of hoppers, the pure experience of roaming--from which Frazier's book gains its resonant strength. Highly recommended for all collections. [Previewed in Prepub Alert, LJ 9/15/99.]--Nathan Ward, "Library Journal" Copyright 1999 Cahners Business Information.
School Library Journal
YA-Frazier's book occupies a refreshing middle ground between sentimental worship of everything Native American and a blanket dismissal of all Indians as drunks and layabouts. Some early chapters are about the state of particular tribes today, including statistics; much of this information will be new to most readers. Most of the book is about the Oglala Sioux of the Pine Ridge reservation south of South Dakota's Badlands and about Frazier's long friendship with an Oglala Sioux named Le War Dance. Readers meet Le while he is living in New York City, where his contribution to the narrative seems obscure. Later, though, Frazier visits him on the rez, where he is the entr e to reservation life. In large part, the author observes that the women work while the men drink beer and the ensuing chaos-auto accidents, suicides, etc.-is a sad turnoff to readers. At the same time, Frazier limns the good parts: the businesses that work, and the people who make things run despite daunting odds. Much of the last half of the book is given to the short but generous life of an extraordinary high school basketball star who helped her Indian team win the state championship and whose ideals live on at Pine Ridge. From a concise retelling of how some tribes got into the casino business, or a short treatise on odd Indian names, to a portrait of the American Indian Movement of the `70s, there is something here for anyone interested in current Indian affairs.-Judy McAloon, Potomac Library, Prince William County, VA Copyright 2000 Cahners Business Information.
Tracy Kidder
Readers who expect straightforward storytelling might call ''On the Rez'' disjointed, but most of the joints are in fact well made. It is only that the book is scattered in time. My experience of reading it went on occasion from wondering, ''What does this have to do with Pine Ridge?'' to thinking, ''All right, it's still interesting'' and finally to feeling, ''Oh, I see.'' I can't imagine another way in which Frazier could have written this book. It has a quality of necessary expression.
The New York Times
Newsweek
This freewheeling tour of the Pine Ridge Indian Reservation by the author of Great Planes never dodges grim realities. Maybe that' s why the joy that erupts at the end of this tale feels so legitimate.
Christine Gray
...highly readable, thought-provoking, and often very funny.
The Washington Monthly
Conr
Readers who enjoyed Ian Frazier's 1989 best-seller, Great Plains, will not be disappointed in his newest book, and account of his travels among the Oglala Sioux of the Pine Ridge Reservation in western South Dakota...Frazier gives an insightful and richly detailed portrayal of modern-day Indian life on the northern plains, one that manages to be both deeply empathetic and wholly unsentimental...With a gentle wit and engaging style, Frazier portrays many memorable individuals who are making the best of life on the Rez, surviving, even prospering, with dignity, resilience, and a sense of humor.
The Chrisitan Science Monitor
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780312278595
  • Publisher: Picador
  • Publication date: 5/28/2001
  • Edition description: First Edition
  • Edition number: 1
  • Pages: 320
  • Sales rank: 297,202
  • Product dimensions: 5.40 (w) x 8.20 (h) x 1.00 (d)

Meet the Author

Ian Frazier lives in Montclair, New Jersey. His previous books include Great Plains, Family, and Coyote V. Acme.

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This book is about Indians, particularly the Oglala Sioux who live on the Pine Ridge Reservation in southwestern South Dakota, in the plains and badlands in the middle of the United States. People want to know what a book is about right up front, I have found. They feel this way even if the book does not yet exist, if it is only planned. When I describe the subject to non-Indians, they often reply that it sounds bleak. "Bleak" is the word attached in many people's minds to the idea of certain Indian reservations, of which the Oglala's reservation is perhaps the best example. Oddly, it is a word I have never heard used by Indians themselves. Many thousands of people-not just Americans, but Ger- man and French and English people, and more-visit the reservations every year, and the prevailing opinion among the Indians is not that they come for the bleakness. The Indians understand that the visitors are there out of curiosity and out of an admiration which sometimes even reaches such a point that the visitors wish they could be Indians, too. I am a middle-aged non-Indian who wears his hair in a thinning ponytail copied originally from the traditional-style long hair of the leaders of the American Indian Movement of the 1970s, because I thought it looked cool. When I'm driving across a field near the town of Oglala on the Pine Ridge Reservation and I see my friend Floyd John walking across it the other way, I stop, and he comes over to the car and leans in the window and smiles a big-tooth grin and says, "How ya' doin', wannabe?" 
I kind of resent the term "wannabe"-what's wrong with wanting to be something, anyway? - but in my case there's some truth to it. I don't want to participate in traditional Indian religious ceremonies, dance in a sun dance or pray in a sweat lodge or go on a vision quest with the help of a medicine man. The power of these ceremonies has an appeal, but I'm content with what little religion I already have. I think Indians dress better than anyone, but I don't want to imitate more than a detail or two; I prefer my clothes humdrum and inconspicuous, and a cowboy hat just doesn't work for me. I don't want to collect Indian art, though pots and beadwork and blankets made by Indians remain the most beautiful art objects in the American West, in my opinion. I don't want to be adopted into a tribe, be wrapped in a star quilt and given a new name, honor though that would be. I don't want to stand in the dimness under the shelter at the powwow grounds in the group around the circle of men beating the drums and singing ancient songs and lose myself in that moment when all the breaths and all the heartbeats become one. What I want is just as "Indian," just as traditional, but harder to pin down. 
In 1608, the newly arrived Englishmen at Jamestown colony in Virginia proposed to give the most powerful Indian in the vicinity, Chief Powhatan, a crown. Their idea was to coronate him a sub-emperor of Indians, and vassal to the English King. Powhatan found the offer insulting. "I also am a King," he said, "and this is my land." Joseph Brant, a Mohawk of the Iroquois Confederacy between eastern New York and the Great Lakes, was received as a celebrity when he went to England with a delegation from his tribe in 1785. Taken to St. James's Palace for a royal audience, he refused to kneel and kiss the hand of George III; he told the King that he would, however, gladly kiss the hand of the Queen. Almost a century later, the U.S. government gave Red Cloud, victorious war leader of the Oglala, the fanciest reception it knew how, with a dinner party at the White House featuring lighted chandeliers and wine and a dessert of strawberries and ice cream. The next day Red Cloud parleyed with the government officials just as he was accustomed to on the prairie-sitting on the floor. To a member of a Senate select committee who had delivered a tirade against Sitting Bull, the Hunkpapa Sioux leader carelessly replied, "I have grown to be a very independent man, and consider myself a very great man."
That self-possessed sense of freedom is closer to what I want; I want to be an uncaught Indian like them. 
Another remark which non-Indians often make on the subject of Indians is "Why can't they get with the program?" Anyone who talks about Indians in public will be asked that question, or variations on it; over and over: Why don't Indians forget all this tribal nonsense and become ordinary Americans like the rest of us? Why do they insist on living in the past? Why don't they accept the fact that we won and they lost? Why won't they stop, finally, being Indians and join the modern world? I have a variety of answers handy. Sometimes I say that in former days "the program" called for the eradication of Indian languages, and children in Indian boarding schools were beaten for speaking them and forced to speak English, so they would fit in; time passed, cultural fashions changed, and Hollywood made a feature film about Indians in which for the sake of authenticity the Sioux characters spoke Sioux (with English subtitles), and the movie became a hit, and lots of people decided they wanted to learn Sioux, and those who still knew the language, those who had somehow managed to avoid "the program" in the first place, were suddenly the ones in demand. Now, I think it's better not to answer the question but to ask a question in return: What program, exactly, do you have in mind? 
We live in a craven time. I am not the first to point out that capitalism, having defeated Communism, now seems to be about to do the same to democracy. The market is doing splendidly, yet we are not, somehow. Americans today no longer work mostly in manufacturing or agriculture but in the newly risen service economy. That means that most of us make our living by being nice. And if we can't be nice, we'd better at least be neutral. In the service economy, anyone who sat where he pleased in the presence of power or who expatiated on his own greatness would soon be out the door. "Who does he think he is?" is how the dismissal is usually framed. The dream of many of us is that someday we might miraculously have enough money that we could quit being nice, and everybody would then have to be nice to us, and niceness would surround us like a warm dome. Certain speeches we would love to make accompany this dream, glorious, blistering tellings-off of those to whom we usually hold our tongue. The eleven people who actually have enough money to do that are icons to us. What we read in newsprint and see on television always reminds us how great they are, and we can't disagree. Unlike the rest of us, they can deliver those speeches with no fear. The freedom that inhered in Powhatan, that Red Cloud carried with him from the plains to Washington as easily as air - freedom to be and to say, whenever, regardless of disapproval - has become a luxury most of us can't afford. 
From a historical perspective, this looks a lot like where America came in. When Columbus landed, there were about eleven people in Europe who could do whatever they felt like doing. Part of the exhilaration of the age was the rumored freedom explorers like Columbus found. Suddenly imagination was given a whole continent full of people who had never heard of Charlemagne, or Pope Leo X, or quitrents, or the laws of entail, and who were doing fine. Amerigo Vespucci, the explorer whose name and the continent's would he the same, brought back news that in this land "every one is his own master." If this land new to Europeans was the setting, the lives of these untrammeled people suggested the plot: we could drop anchor in the bay, paddle up the river, wade up the creek, meet a band of Indians, and with them disappear forever into the country's deepest green. No tyranny could hold us; if Indians could live as they liked, so could we. 
The popular refrain about Indians nowadays is that they and their culture were cruelly destroyed. It's a breast-beatingly comfortable idea, from the destroyers' point of view. In the nineteenth century, with white people firmly established on the continent, common wisdom had it that the Indian must eventually die out. That meant die, literally, and give way in a Darwinian sense to the superiority of the Anglo-Saxon. "Adieu, red brother! You are going to join the Mastodon and the Scthysaurus," wrote humorist Bill Nye in 1891, shortly after the massacre at Wounded Knee. In the twentieth century, stories of the Indians' destruction, set mostly in the past tense, made a follow-up to this comfortable idea. From one century to the next, the destruction of the Indians was such a common theme that if they did not die out in by the sound of it they might as well have. But beyond the sphere rhetoric, the Indians as a people did not die out, awful though the suffering was. Killing people is one thing, killing them off is another. The Sand Creek Massacre, one of the bloodiest episodes on the Western frontier and a permanent scar on the history of the state of Colorado, killed at least two hundred, mostly women and children, of Chief Black Kettle's band of Southern Cheyenne in 1864. Today there are more than four thousand descendants of Sand Creek Massacre survivors; they hope for restitution and a reservation of their own. New England's Pequots, a tribe "extinct as the ancient Medes," according to Herman Melville, rebounded from a recent time when just two members were still living on the reservation and now run a gambling casino which takes in x billion dollars a year. The Mohicans, of whom we were supposed to have seen the last in the 1750s, recently prevented Wal-Mart from building a rnultiacre discount store on land they consider sacred in upstate New York. In 1900, there were fewer than a quarter of a million Indians in the United States. Today there are two million or more. The population of those claiming Indian descent on the census forms has been growing four times as fast as the population as a whole, making Native Americans the fastest-growing ethnic group in the country. 
Like many comfortable stories, the story of the Indians' destruction hides other stories that are less so. For starters, it leaves out that the destruction was and is actually worse than can be easily described. A well-informed person probably knows of the bigger and more famous massacres, but big and small massacres took place in many states over the years. Killing Indians was once the official policy of the state of California, which spent a million dollars reimbursing Indian-hunters for the ammunition they used. Helen Hunt Jackson's history of Indian-white relations, A Century of Dishonor, published in 1881, recounted episodes of killing and mistreatment which have long faded into the past. Its modern reader can weep at descriptions of massacres he has never heard of - does anyone besides those who live in the town of Gnadenhutten, Ohio, know of the slaughter in 1780 of the peaceful Indians at the Moravian mission there? Jackson's book could be revised and reissued today, with another hundred years added to the title. After the frontier gunfire died down, violence and untimely death found other means. The Indian was supposed to be heading off to join his ancestors in the Happy Hunting Ground, and the path he might take to get there (alcoholism? pneumonia? car wreck? the flu epidemic of 1918?) apparently did not need to be too closely explained. The violence continued, and continues today. Among the Navajo, the largest tribe in the United States, car accidents are the leading cause of death. Especially in Western towns that border big reservations, stabbings and fights and car wrecks are a depressingly regular part of life.
Also, the destruction story gives the flattering and wrong impression that European culture showed up in the Americas and simply mowed down whatever was in its way. In fact, the European arrivals were often hungry and stunned in their new settlements, and what they did to Indian culture was more than matched for years by what encounters with Indians did to theirs. Via the settlers, Indian crops previously unknown outside the Americas crossed the Atlantic and changed Europe. Indian fanners were the first to domesticate corn, peanuts, tomatoes, pumpkins, and many kinds of beans. Russia and Ireland grew no potatoes before travelers found the plant in Indian gardens in South America; throughout Europe, the introduction of the potato caused a rise in the standard of living and a population boom. Before Indians, no one in the world had ever smoked tobacco. No one in the Bible (or in any other pre-Columbian text, for that matter) ever has a cigarette, dips snuff, or smokes a pipe. The novelty of breathing in tobacco smoke or chewing the dried leaves caught on so fast in Europe that early colonists made fortunes growing tobacco; it was America's first cash crop. That the United States should now be so determined to stamp out all smoking seems historically revisionist and strange. 

Surrounded as we are today by pavement, we assume that Indians have had to adapt to us. But for a long time much of the adapting went the other way. In the land of the free, Indians were the original "free"; early America was European culture reset in an Indian frame. Europeans who survived here became a mixture of identities in which the Indian part was what made them American and different than they had been before. Influence is harder to document than corn and beans, but as real. We know that Iroquois Indians attended meetings of the colonists in the years before the American Revolution and advised them to unite in a scheme for self-government based on the confederacy that ruled the six Iroquois nations; and that Benjamin Franklin said, at a gathering of delegates from the colonies in Albany in 1754, "It would be a strange thing if six nations of ignorant savages should be capable of forming a scheme for such a union and be able to execute it in such a manner as that it has subsisted for ages and appears indissoluble, and yet that a like union should be impracticable for ten or a dozen English colonies." His use of the term "ignorant savages" is thought to have been ironical; he admired the Iroquois plan, and it formed one of the models for the U.S. Constitution. We know, too, that Thomas Jefferson thought that American government should follow what he imagined to be the Indian way. He wrote: ". . . were it made a question, whether no law, as among the savage Americans, or too much law, as among the civilized Europeans, submits man to the greatest evil, one who has seen both conditions of existence would pronounce it to be the last ... It will be said, that great societies cannot exist without government. The savages, therefore, break them into small ones." 
Indian people today sometimes talk about the need to guard their culture carefully, so that it won't be stolen from them. But what is best (and worst) about any culture can be as contagious as a cold germ; the least contact passes it on. In colonial times, Indians were known for their disregard of titles and for a deep egalitarianism that made them not necessarily defer even to the leading men of their tribes. The route this trait took as it passed from Indian to white was invisible. Probably, contagion occurred during official gatherings, as when an exalted per- son arrived at a frontier place from the governor's palace or across the sea. The Indians spoke to the exalted person directly, equals addressing an equal, with no bowing or scraping or bending of the knee. Then, when their white neighbors got up to speak, perhaps ordinary self- consciousness made it hard to act any differently - to do the full routine of obeisance customary back in England-with the Indians looking on. Or maybe it was even simpler, a demonstration of the principle that informal behavior tends to drive out formal, given time. However the transfer happened, in a few generations it was complete; the American character had become thoroughly Indian in its outspokenness and all-around skepticism on the subject of who was and was not great. 
We often hear that Indians traditionally believed in the Great Circle of Being, the connectedness of all creation, and the sacredness of every blade of grass. That the example of individual freedom among the Indians of the Americas inspired writers from Thomas More to Locke to Shakespeare to Voltaire is seldom mentioned these days. (None of those writers, for their part, seem to have heard of the Great Circle of Being.) The Indians' love of independence and freedom has dwindled in description in recent years to the lone adjective "proud." Any time the Apache, for example, or the Comanche, or a noted Indian leader is described, that adjective is likely to be someplace close by. We are told that the Comanche or the Apache were or are "a proud people," and we get used to hearing it, and we forget what it means: centuries of resistance to authority, intractability and independent-mindedness have won them only that brief epithet. The excitement of new discoveries in the Americas fired all sorts of fantasies about Indians in the minds of Europeans, and Indians remain the objects of fantasy today. The current fantasy might be summed up: American Indians were a proud people who believed in the Great Circle of Being and were cruelly destroyed.
Copyright © 2000 by Ian Frazier
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Notes 281
Index 299
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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 13, 2013

    Superb book by wonderful writer

    Filled with information, highly readable, moving and a truly American book
    Frazier does the research and shows us history, geography, and the vicissitudes of government policy

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 23, 2006

    SuAnne Big Crow is not a fictional aspect of this book

    SuAnne Big Crow is not a fictional aspect of this book I'm not sure why another review doubted Frazier's account of SuAnne Big Crow's story. Not only is it true but also verification of its authenticity would take someone perhaps a minute. This is the best book I have ever read.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 1, 2002

    White Man Speak With Straight Tongue

    Ian Frazier gives a pretty straight and honest appraisal of modern life on an Indian Reservation. The inhabitants are desperately poor and obviously have little real chance of rising above it, with the notable exception of the rising generation of casino owners. Like most depressed societies the one way is to hold out one's hand for whatever generosities may be passing one's way and Frazier is obviously happy to oblige those unfortunates he meets, but this of course never gets to the core of the problem. In Frazier the Native Americans have a voice, it remains to be seen who is listening.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 24, 2001

    An Honest and Moving Look at Life on a Reservation - Not a Work of Fiction

    On the Rez is an informative, interesting and realistic look at life on Indian reservations. Having lived my entire life on the East coast, I have not had a great deal of exposure to the lives of Native Americans living in today's society and found this book to be an excellent source of information and greater understanding. While Frazier clearly loves and respects the people of Pine Ridge, he is careful to give readers an honest look at the reservation and its people - at their best and sometimes worst. As for one reviewer's remark regarding the SuAnne Big Crow story, and her belief that SuAnne was a fictional character - the reviewer clearly misread the footnotes. Frazier did not 'make up' the story of SuAnne - her story is real and heartbreaking and one of the most revealing and interesting sections of his book. While Frazier at times does repeat the stories of SuAnne told to him by others, stories that he cannot confirm are true, he is careful to note this in the text and makes no misrepresentations to readers. These unconfirmed legends, instead of misleading the reader, demonstrate the impact that SuAnne had on the people who knew her and how much larger her legend has become since her untimely death. It would be unfortunate if anyone were dissuaded from reading Frazier's novel, and from learning about the lives of these great people, because of one reviewer's unfortunate misunderstanding.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 24, 2000

    best book ever

    This is by far the best novel i have ever read

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 14, 2000

    A Masterpiece

    This is a wonderful, beautifully written book about life on the Pine Ridge Reservation, filled with fascinating, inspiring stories of the Sioux Indians that live there. Frazier has chapters relating a good deal of tribal history (such as the conflicts at Wounded Knee) as well as background on how the entire reservation system came to be. He also relates many of his own experiences with one member of the tribe, Le War Lance, which are often extremely funny, sometimes poignant, but always engrossing. While it does not avoid the current plight of the Sioux (alcoholism, poverty, etc.), On the Rez gives a portrait of an incredibly strong and resiliant people. This book should be treasured by those with an interest in American history (or any genre for that matter). It is a great book, written by a master.

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