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Overview
Early on, Millman developed a reverence for the wisdom of indigenous and native communities with histories spanning centuries: Inuit, Inuk, Innu, Alutiiq, Cree, and others. Whether dining on mushrooms, fungus, tobacco leaves, or unusual foods that would have made even Andrew Zimmern or Anthony Bourdain turn up their noses, or exploring northern tundras, rugged mountains, or remote islands, he paints a picture of people often living in tenuous conditions but rooted in a faith that their worlds will provide for them. Relationships with bears, caribou, reindeer, walruses, seals, whales, and abundant avian life serve spiritual, companionship, and sustenance purposes. Traditions grounded in family and community rituals thrive, as do lost languages, natural medicine, and time-honored ways to survive difficult circumstances..
In this collection of vignettes, Millman reminds us of the potency of endangered knowledge as well as the importance of paying close attention to the natural world. He opens our eyes to a life in remote places thousands of miles from the fast-paced, urban world so many of us inhabit.
Product Details
ISBN-13: | 9781595349859 |
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Publisher: | Trinity University Press |
Publication date: | 10/25/2022 |
Pages: | 228 |
Sales rank: | 667,737 |
Product dimensions: | 5.00(w) x 7.00(h) x (d) |
About the Author
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Preface
My love affair with the North began when my parents took me on a fishing trip in northern Ontario. Our Cree guide reputedly talked to the fish, which, according to the other guides, was the reason his clients caught so many walleyes and northern pike. Once we got into his boat, I gazed at the myriad lines on his face and observed his bodily movements with such interest that my fishing line invariably got tangled up with my parents’ lines.
Whenever one of us caught a fish, the Cree man would remove it from the hook, bring it closely to his lips, and whistle into its mouth. He also seemed to be communicating with the lake itself, now nodding and now shaking his head when he looked at it. Out of my parents’ hearing, I asked him whether I could come and live with him so I could learn the ways of the Cree. He laughed. I was 12 years old at the time.
When I started venturing North on my own, I would find myself in a realm where Nature triumphs over the machinations of Man (Woman, too). Hurrah! I’d shout to myself, but then I would see evidence of climate change raising not just its ugly head, but its ugly body, too. After all, the North is warming two to three times faster than the rest of the planet. When will the last hurrah occur?
During my northern journeys, my only companion was often solitude, but no less often I would hang out with grizzled (the more grizzled, the better) facsimiles of the Cree fishing guide. These individuals would gratify me with traditional lore as well as tell me stories about their own past lives as hunter-gatherers. Sometimes I would hear what happened in the old days when they
ran out of food.
Speaking of food, I often dined on time-honored victuals such as seal liver, hakarl (putrefied Icelandic shark’s meat), mataq (raw whale blubber), caribou tongue, igunaq (fermented walrus meat), old sled dogs, and jerked whale meat. Such culinary items helped me conquer a linguistic hurdle. After all, food is a shared language, so even if I barely spoke the language of my dining partner, I could at least speak the language of the food we were eating. Hm-m-m, very nice seal nose, the expression on my face would say.
Given my variety of experiences, I decided to write a memoir about my time in the North. Easier said than done, for the narrative thread kept snapping under the weight of its numerous episodes. When the thread didn’t snap, it would rush off in all sorts of strange directions without asking my permission. Meanwhile, chronology itself bowed out, saying, in effect, “Sorry, but this is not my bailiwick.”
I ended up banishing the idea of a memoir. Instead, I decided to collect the snapped episodes and put them together in a book. Brevity may or may not be the soul of wit, but it happens to be the soul of this book.
Table of Contents
Table of Contents- Preface
Encounters with Northern Natives
- ANNIE HENRY OF THE YUKON
- SURVIVAL
- COLLECTING LORE
- ROSIE IQALLIJUQ, AN INTERVIEW
- DREAMS
- KILLING STORIES
- HUDSON
- AULD LANG SYNE
- AN EXPERT MECHANIC
- LONGEVITY
- STRANGERS ON THE TUNDRA
- AN ENCOUNTER WITH A QIVIQTOQ
- SUPPORTING ART
- A GREENLANDIC SOCCER MATCH
- LATE TO SCHOOL
- THE LAST WINDIGO
- THE LAST SPEAKER OF BEAR
Encounters with Flora, Fauna, and Food
- FLYING IN CHUKOTKA
- A GRIZZLY ENCOUNTER
- SEAL HUNTING
- AVIAN INTELLECT
- MEETING WITH A MUSK OX
- THE INUIT PUJOALUK
- STARVATION CUISINE
- AN INUIT DELICACY
- DOG FOOD
- A DISH OF DEFECATION
- IN AN ICELANDIC FOREST
- STARING SESSION
- THE ORIGIN OF BLOODTHIRSTINESS
- ORNITHOLOGY IN THE YUKON
- STICK FIGURES
Encounters with Remote Places
- A WALK ON THE WILD SIDE
- ANOTHER WALK ON THE WILD SIDE
- MAKING CONTACT
- WHERE THE DEAD MEN REST
- LEGENDS OF THE LOST
- ANOTHER MISSING PERSON
- A REMARKABLE PIMPLE
- WRANGEL ISLAND’S WONDERS
- LIQUID GOLD
- THE BIGGEST BELLY IN THE WORLD
- REACHING A SUMMIT
- FARTHEST NORTH
- ICELANDIC NOTES
- EAST GREENLAND NOTES
- THE BOYS OF WINTER
- HELL ANIMAL
- VIKING INVADERS
- A NORTHERN HOLOCAUST
Encounters, Miscellaneous in Nature
- AN EXPEDITION CRUISE
- A VINTAGE ENCOUNTER
- COLD COMFORT
- REMEMBERING ELLIOTT MERRICK
- AT THE GRAVE OF A MORAVIAN ESKIMO CHIEFTAIN
- MEETING HELGI PJETURRS
- A HEROINE OF THE ARCTIC
- MEETING HALLDOR LAXNESS
- A RARIFIED BALLAD
- MURDERED BY A MADMAN
- A CHAT ABOUT EVIL SPIRITS
- SOME LIKE IT HOT
- THE ULTIMATE SOCIAL DISTANCER
- CODA: WIND BLASTED