Under Nushagak Bluff

Under Nushagak Bluff

by Mia Heavener
Under Nushagak Bluff

Under Nushagak Bluff

by Mia Heavener

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Overview

In 1939, everything changes for Anne Girl when outsider John Nelson grounds his sailboat on the shores, into Anne Girl’s skiff, and into her life during a rare storm in the Alaskan fishing village of Nushagak. When Anne Girl and her mother Marulia find their skiff flattened by John’s boat, Anne Girl decides she both hates and wants him. Thus begins a generational saga of strong, stubborn Yup’ik women living in a village that has been divided between the new and the old, the bluff side and the missionary side, the cannery side and the subsistence side.


Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781597098090
Publisher: Boreal Books
Publication date: 11/12/2019
Pages: 232
Sales rank: 677,707
Product dimensions: 5.50(w) x 8.30(h) x 0.70(d)

About the Author

Mia Heavener is of Norwegian, Polish, and Yup’ik heritage. Her experience in rural Alaska is both personal and professional. After graduating from MIT with a degree in civil engineering, Mia returned home to design water and wastewater systems in Alaskan Native villages. During the summers, she commercial fishes with her family in Bristol Bay. She believes that everyone should have a good whiff of the tundra at least once in their life, if not twice. She has an MFA from Colorado State University. Her fiction has appeared in Cortland Review and Willow Springs.


http://miaheavener.com/


Mia Heavener is of Norwegian, Polish, and Yup’ik heritage. Her experience in rural Alaska is both personal and professional. After graduating from MIT with a degree in civil engineering, Mia returned home to design water and wastewater systems in Alaskan Native villages. During the summers, she commercial fishes with her family in Bristol Bay. She believes that everyone should have a good whiff of the tundra at least once in their life, if not twice. She has an MFA from Colorado State University. Her fiction has appeared in Cortland Review and Willow Springs.


http://miaheavener.com/


Mia Heavener is of Norwegian, Polish, and Yup’ik heritage. Her experience in rural Alaska is both personal and professional. After graduating from MIT with a degree in civil engineering, Mia returned home to design water and wastewater systems in Alaskan Native villages. During the summers, she commercial fishes with her family in Bristol Bay. She believes that everyone should have a good whiff of the tundra at least once in their life, if not twice. She has an MFA from Colorado State University. Her fiction has appeared in Cortland Review and Willow Springs.


http://miaheavener.com/

Read an Excerpt

Excerpt One

Anne Girl stood up slowly and stretched her back. She nodded toward John, barely taking him in, and picked up the cork end of the net where a salmon was entangled and handed it to him. Then she returned to where she had crouched before and continued to pull out salmon after salmon.

John took the salmon and turned it in his hands. But when he tugged on the line, it slipped from his fingers and fell to the ground, coating itself in a layer of gravel.

Anne Girl glanced up and saw John redden as if caught in a lie. His cheeks and forehead flushed until it seemed that his blond hair would catch fire. Watching him, she saw his story in those colors. She knew before he said anything that he had left Seattle telling everyone that he was going to Alaska to fish the deep waters for salmon or crab or anything that lived beneath the waves. Of course he had read about Bristol Bay and how it was swimming with heads and tails and millions of dollars. Or maybe he thought—because he looked like a Norwegian—that fishing was in his blood. Her stomach sank because she knew she was stuck with him and that it was going to be a while before she would get her skiff back.


Excerpt Two

When the salmon didn’t hit the beach, people panicked. Like a tundra fire, word spread about the lack of fish until even Anne Girl felt the worry settle in her blood, and she began to think about food all the time. The cannery continued to murmur that the salmon were sure to come, yet few people caught enough to even fill their fish racks. Anne Girl lost sleep along with the other villagers and often stood in her skiff, peering over the side to see if she could catch one by the tail. Just one, she thought. Just one more.

Sipping tundra tea and booze, the villagers talked about whether the smelts were going to arrive and who was the latest to shoot a caribou. “Where’s them damn caribou when you need them?” they asked each other. Others wondered out loud if anyone was planning to fish at another bay. “There’s none here, anyway. Who knows what happened to them fish? Go ask Old Paul, he might know,” some said.

It was because Old Paul knew things about the earth that most had forgotten. He knew the weather and the omens better than anyone on the beach, and so when Anne Girl found the strength, she walked to his house with the feather tucked in her qespeq.

Before she knocked, Anne Girl stood in Old Paul’s arctic entry and took in the rich smell of the smoked fish and dried meat. Little light spread itself along the darkened walls of the porch, but she could see the dried strips of caribou and salmon hanging on nails. She thought of her mother flying in the form of a raven and wondered whose turn it would be next. She breathed in deeply, filling her gut, and tapped on the door.

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