A mix of autobiographical sketches, traditional myths, no so traditional myths and an essay about the place of the Indians in the country make this book a bit weird. I enjoy all of those topics but the book does not differentiate between them - you do not know what exactly you are reading until you had started the essays/story.

It starts as expected - Zitkála-Šá recalls her early years and education - an almost common story of Native American children being carried away to be "civilized" in boarding schools. Or at least it is a pretty common one for this reader, more than 100 years after this book was first published. Despite its almost banality, it is still heartbreaking - writing later in life and after having taught in the schools herself, Zitkála-Šá manages to add a perspective while still keeping some of the innocence of the childhood memories and her early days as a teacher.

And then this memoir abruptly stops and she switches to tales and myths. These are all told from different perspectives and in different styles, drawing on the long oral traditions. In some ways they make the first part of the collection even more stark - for all the children like Zitkála-Šá who managed to preserve their own history and mythology, a lot of the kids who went to the boarding schools (and survived) ended up assimilated into the white culture - after all, that was what the education was all about.

The collection ends with a short essay about the interactions between the native population and the Spanish and English settlers which ends in an appeal for everyone to educate themselves about the Bureau of Indian Affairs and a report about it (which was not included - my guess is that it was widely available at the time - or foundable anyway).

Mint Editions had added a very short note about the author - I wish that they had commissioned a proper one. It helps understanding who Zitkála-Šá was and her work to appreciate some of what she has to say. So I looked elsewhere - the Wikipedia article is actually decent. ( )

Both heart breaking and uplifting, Zitkala Su tells the story of her life with exquisite candor. From her days in a Sioux village, to her wider experience as an First Nations woman in a unfriendly world, Su give hers readers a chance to live her life with her. This is an invaluable collection of stories, perserveing for us the a time and a life and a nation long gone. Highly recommend.

This is a very moving collection of autobiographical stories and pieces that could be fictional or passed along from others. The beginning section of the book tells the author's story, and then it shifts into stories featuring others. There was no explanation for the change that I saw, so I'm not sure if these are stories that are biographical in nature, or more along the lines of fable. Regardless, the collection was a very enjoyable (and often poignant) read, with some eye-opening glimpses into what life was like in the Indian Schools. ( )

A collection of short pieces, each one seemingly a careful distillation of various source materials. A result is that though the collection is short, it will take repeated and careful reading to fully appreciate the experiences documented, whether presented as personal memoir, narrative non-fiction, or essay.

While the gist is familiar from other readings, the particulars are significant. I'm more familiar with Oglala Lakota than Yankton Dakota, for instance.

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Mint Editions reprints are unedited but newly typeset, unclear if this is the original title or if this is abridged in any way from prior edition(s). It does appear that a Bureau of Indian Affairs report cited and commented upon in the final essay, is itself omitted. USG reports are in the public domain, perhaps the original essay presumed ready accessibility to the report itself, but this is no longer true (a century after its publication). ( )

This is a reprint of a book originally published in 1921.
The cadence of the book reminds me of the cadence in which my Native father-in-law spoke.
The beginning of the book reads like an autobiography and I was startled when the book shifted to stories without any separation. It was confusing to be reading the life story of a young Indian girl and then start the next story where the main character is male. Also, the final story refers to a following quote. THe quote is missing.
Other than that the stories are very well written, you could almost hear the oral version in your head. The stories highlight the life of the Sioux and the truth about their treatment by the white man. ( )