Description
Book SynopsisProse, poetry, and drama from Siberia-the first anthology of its kind in English.
Trade Review"Around the globe traditional cultures are being destroyed by greedy commercial interests and insensitive government policies. In The Way of Kinship a variety of ethnic Siberian writers reveal the consequences of such policies on their way of life. This book is a call to action! We cannot allow the final destruction of the Siberian cultures, or of the world’s remaining traditional cultures. I am extremely grateful these writers have told their stories, and thankful the editors have presented this most important anthology." —Rudolpho Anaya
Table of ContentsContents
Foreword
N. Scott Momaday
Introduction. Cry of the Wild Crane: The Call of Forgotten Kinship
Alexander Vaschenko
Evenk Invocation for Good Fortune: To Nature, When the Earth Turns Green Yeremei Aipin (Khanty)
Old Man Moon
The Earth's Pain
Puzzles of My Childhood
Selections from
Morning Twilight: A Novel of the Khanty And So Dies My Clan
Nadezda Taligina (Khanty)
A Portfolio of Ten Drawings
Yuri Vaella (Taiga Nenets)
At The Bus Stop
Watching TV
On Things Eternal
To the Bear
Song of the Reindeer Breeder
Eternal Sky
The Little Shaman and other Stories
Morning at the Lake
Fyodor the Hunter
New from Vatyegan Camp
Galina Keptuke (Evenk)
A Discovery
The Unexpected Guest
Little America
Gennady Dyachkov (Yukagir)
The Hunter's Son: A One-Act Play
Vladimir Sangi (Nivkh)
My First Shot
Maria Vagatova (Khanty)
My Word, My Tongue
River Mosum, My Water
Dirge for the Land of the Khanty
The People of Tuk'yakang Village
Stone Soldier
An Old Anthill
Gennady Raishev (Khanty)
Four Black and White Prints
Jansi Kimonko (Udegeh)
From
Where the Sukpai Rushes Along Anna Nerkagi (Tundra Nenets)
From
The Horde Leonty Taragupta (Khanty)
Son of the Sky
The Prayer of the Bear
Yuri Rytkheu (Chukchee)
Kakot's Numbers
Evenk Invocation for Good Fortune: To Nature, When the Green Recedes A Note on Translation
Claude Clayton Smith
Acknowledgments
Suggestions for Further Reading