House Made of Dawn
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You must be a registered user to use the IMDb rating plugin. The author's busy mind has made a complex work, but not one with any central point or in-depth exploration. The s New Age movement was a combination of many different world philosophies, attempting to find some common g Momaday's now-famous book has more social and political importance than literary. The s New Age movement was a combination of many different world philosophies, attempting to find some common ground for humanity that might soften the Hegemonic West.
Unfortunately, without a rhetorical basis, this movement provided us with mere watered-down generalism. It is now a popular personal philosophy because it is so vague that it can be used to support any concept and ideal. Momaday falls into this same trap with his erratic and varied text, which started out as a poetic series.
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This all ended in Momaday's premature Pulitzer, and he's sat steadfastly on that laurel ever since, and given us no more reason to presume he deserved it. The prize committee was clearly interested in following civil rights with a politically correct investment in 'diversity'. The only problem is that Momaday's work is as fundamentally colonized as Kipling's. His presentation of 'native' themes and storytelling methods is a fairly thin veil over what is not as much a Native American novel as just an American novel.
The Native culture Momaday represented was already overwritten by the dominant western culture. Though Momaday tried to inject some cultural understanding and 'oral traditions' into his book, in the end it is little more than a descendant of Faulkner's. Not a badly written one, but neither is it focused enough to represent some cultural 'changing of the guard'. This was an interesting read. It was about average to me.
However, the disjointed narrative and lack of detailed character development hurt the novel immensely and prevented it from being truly great in my humble opinion. I never felt a connection to the text or what story there was to be had, I mere This was an interesting read. I never felt a connection to the text or what story there was to be had, I merely went through the motions while reading the novel. Jan 08, Bob Rosenow rated it did not like it. This was more confusing and obscure than The Sound and The Fury. I suppose the Pulitzer committee was impressed by it's veneer of native American spiritualism.
I think it's an unreadable construction of meaningless imagery, with fewer than ten pages of dialogue in the whole book. Nov 05, Joseph rated it it was amazing Shelves: A while back a teacher and friend asked me: There is no doubt the genesis of the word-man comes from the native side, which mainlines right into that great sermon in House Made of Dawn, preached from the text, "In the beginning was the Word. The truth was overgrown with fat and the fat was God. The fat as John's God and the fat stood between John and The truth.
The white man takes such things as words and literatures for granted, as indeed he must, for nothing in his world is so commonplace. On every side of him there are words by the millions, an unending succession of pamphlets and papers, letters and books, bills and bulletins, commentaries and conversations. He has diluted and multiplied the Word, and words have begun to close in upon him. He is sated and insensitive; his regard for language—for the Word itself—as an instrument of creation has diminished nearly to the point of no return. It may be that he will perish by the word. First, House Made of Dawn is exceptional.
It tells many stories, but Abel is the character at core. Although the book speaks of more than one place, the central place is Jemez, New Mexico.
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Abel is a composite of many American Indians. But, he is more than that. He is a man who learns from his family and extended family. He suffers alcoholism and alienation. He loves and is loved by his grandfather. He knows women intimately. He suffers, is abused, kills, and is beaten almost to death. In short, he is portrayed in enough depth that it is easy to identify and empathize with him.
Could a character like Abel have existed in other circumstances, i. Yes, suffering, alienation and abuse are common enough themes. Momaday has stated that Abel is a composite character based on people he knew.
The literary man, Momaday, drew on his experience to draw his character. Yes, Kiowa, but so much more than that. Second, Momaday is — by his own description — a poet. And, I seem to recall that he has suggested at least once that House Made of Dawn is an extended poem. When I read passages like this: It was almost too great for the eye to hold, strangely beautiful and full of distance. Such vastness makes for illusion, a kind of illusion that comprehends reality, and where it exists there is always wonder and exhilaration.
One that sticks with me is done by Matthias Schubnell. I think her survival was largely intellectual. I miss being in his seminar, where I first read Momaday. Not quite finished I do go on , one more observation. I started with more recent Momaday works including: It is a mature Momaday and it is just absolutely beautiful writing. It is, in my opinion, magical and it is Momaday at the height of his power with words.
Momaday wrote House made of Dawn over two years when he was in his early thirties. View all 4 comments. May 23, Linda added it Shelves: DNF at page Might just be bad timing, but I could not focus on this. Scott Momaday's first novel, "House Made of Dawn," is noted by some critics as sparking a renaissance in Native American literature. Published in , the novel won the Pulitzer Prize, rave reviews, and a place in the canon of contemporary literature.
So, it is with some hesitation that I admit to not enjoying the novel too much. There seems to be an attempt at being elusive, at showing only part of what is happening, in a way many post-modern novels do. I actually enjoy many novels without t N. I actually enjoy many novels without the normal narrative, or rising plot structure, but Momaday's books just fails to connect the pieces when needed.
Not long after arriving at home, he murders a man. We pick up the story seven years later in Los Angeles, when Abel is let out of jail. At first, we get the story or lack thereof from Abel's mind, but then it switches to the Priest of the Sun, John Big Bluff Tosamah, who gives a long sermon. The sermon shares many stories of the Kiowa tribe, to which Momaday belongs. The tales are interesting and create a better understanding of the Kiowa tribe, but the connection of these to Abel's situation is not clear. The last major section switches to Abel's friend, Ben Benally's, viewpoint of Abel.
It is not a pretty picture. He cannot understand the way other Native Americans have assimilated to white culture, and he begins to drink and leaves his job. Eventually, he just disappears.
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The narrative comes full circle, and is at its strongest, in the final pages of the novel. Abel disappears so he can return home to care for his dying grandfather, and there seems to be a return to his starting point as he reenters the traditions of his heritage. As noted before, the novel is seen as creating a publishing spark for writers such as Leslie Marmon Silko, Louise Erdrich, and Sherman Alexie. Their novels seem are clearer in their narratives, but perhaps Momaday's challenging storyline reflects the struggle of Native Americans in contemporary life.
It hits many of the themes that will dominate other novels, such as assimilation, alcohol abuse, racism, loss of tradition, and a return to Native American roots. Because of its influence, it is worth reading. If you yourself, didn't click with it, so be it. Please don't posture or preen when you write reviews on this silly website. Remember, the entire www. A cowardly fart of a technology that facilitates people farting in each other's faces. Most likely, you sit around surfing the web and playing with your smart-phone. Day after day and year after year.
So when you bash Momaday, remember that you --and I-- and everyone on this website are just pathetic losers compared to what this guy did. He made something of himself. None of us can even remotely claim anything about ourselves as great as this. All I'm saying is: There are some things in life which can't be achieved any other way except by talent and hard work.
No one will ever be handed a Nobel Prize or a Pulitzer Prize Feb 21, Sara rated it really liked it.
I am SO glad I ignored the negative reviews of this book, and am now frankly suspicious that some of the bad reviews may come out of cultural biases. This book reads like many other modern white, male writers that I have loved - with some stream-of-consciousness and slipping back and forth between present and past - but I feel like some of the critiques I read have a whiff of culturally-biased criticism based on the fact that Momaday is Native American - that this book is "incoherent" or "scat I am SO glad I ignored the negative reviews of this book, and am now frankly suspicious that some of the bad reviews may come out of cultural biases.
This book reads like many other modern white, male writers that I have loved - with some stream-of-consciousness and slipping back and forth between present and past - but I feel like some of the critiques I read have a whiff of culturally-biased criticism based on the fact that Momaday is Native American - that this book is "incoherent" or "scattered" or "erratic" or "obscure" instead of intellectually challenging and admirable.
This is a beautiful book which does challenge the reader, Infinite Jest the way Literature capital L should do. On top of the enjoyment of being challenged by the book to figure out what is going on, this might be the most beautifully descriptive book I have every read. Its sense of color and place was just incredible to me. I generally have no patience for descriptions - but what Momaday did in this book was astounding.
I've never had such a vivid sense of place. I am in such admiration that he could use words to paint such amazing images. Okay, so, this is such a disjointed novel, told via descriptions of the settings of memories, and I read it so long ago, that it's hard to remember the whole picture or even much of the plot, but I had noted this quote down: But the shoes were brown and white. They were new, almost, and shiny and beautiful; and they squeaked when he walked. In the only frame of reference he had ever known, they called attention to themselves simply, honestly.
They were brown and white; they were finely crafted an Okay, so, this is such a disjointed novel, told via descriptions of the settings of memories, and I read it so long ago, that it's hard to remember the whole picture or even much of the plot, but I had noted this quote down: They were brown and white; they were finely crafted and therefore admirable in the way that the work of a good potter or painter or silversmith is admirable: But now and beyond his former frame of reference, the shoes called attention to Abel. They were brown and white; they were conspicuously new and too large; they shone; they clattered and creaked.
And they were nailed to his feet. There were enemies all around, and he knew that he was ridiculous in their eyes. And that, oh god, that I remember. In a weird weird way, the plot is almost there as a vehicle for the descriptions. It's intense and emotional and gut-tugging. Dec 19, Nick rated it did not like it Shelves: This review has been hidden because it contains spoilers.
To view it, click here. I felt this book bogged down with description. Like a high school student told to write a paper describing their favorite place. They ramble on, and on, and on, and never get anywhere. I didn't care who the characters were; mostly because they're never truely developed, and when people started dying I had to just shrug and think "oh well. Go ahead and tell me I didn't "get it," guy stuck between old I felt this book bogged down with description. Go ahead and tell me I didn't "get it," guy stuck between old ways and new ways, comes back from war, spends time in prison, and is never really able to assimilate back into the real world.
Seems to have sex with at least two women, kills a man. The story was simple, but made incedibly complicated by pointless and meaningless description. Sorry, but I wouldn't recommend this book to anyone, and I'm a little surprised that it won the Pulitzer Prize. However, the part where Milly loses her baby is fantastic. This story could have been something spectacular, and it leaves me scratching my head as to why it is the way it is.
Jan 26, Connie rated it it was amazing Shelves: Maybe two or three times in my life I have had an experience like the one I had while reading this book. At first blush, I have no reason to connect so intimately with this novel: But from the very first, Abel's hurts were my own. The book is true and sad and very human. I haven't read the Goodreads reviews yet, and still I know there will be dissension.
More than half of this book is description of the rain or the mesas o Maybe two or three times in my life I have had an experience like the one I had while reading this book. More than half of this book is description of the rain or the mesas or the dawn or Abel splitting wood. There is little dialogue, some ambiguity in plot, and a hopping of narrators that can be jarring.
But Momaday's words bored straight into my frontal lobe, and I was honestly riveted for five full pages of description of a rainstorm--more than riveted. I will read this book again, but it moves immediately into my top Rollins Winter with the Writers. Scott Momaday presents the story of Francesco, an old man living in the past. Woven into this story are the lives of other characters - Father Olguin, Abel, Tosomah - who live in the present, but also in the past.
Momaday is exploring the past and its relationship with the present using dreams, myths, and symbols. Momaday is also a poet and artist, and his understanding of the oral tradition of storytelling comes across in his beautifully written sentences. However, and this is a big however, th Scott Momaday presents the story of Francesco, an old man living in the past.
However, and this is a big however, this book is boring. Momaday jumps from past to present, from character to character, without any warning to the reader. I can't believe this book won a Pulitzer. The film's movement between urban and reservation landscapes establishes both the disorientation of uprooted individuals and the interconnected relationship between seemingly separate locations. House Made of Dawn was ahead of its time in depicting the importance to Native urban communities of social practices such as the "49"—a gathering for informal song and dance that occurs during or after a powwow, often on its margins outside of the city or in parking lots.
Abel and his friend Benally continually seek out and create a Native geography of Los Angeles, finding spaces for themselves in the Indian Welcome House, Tosamah's basement church, Indian bars, and powwows.
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Benally redefines the factory where he and Abel work as a Native space by singing powwow and "49" songs that overlay the rhythm of the box-cutting machines. They talk and sing together in marginal areas of the city—alleyways, fire escapes, and train tracks, although abrupt interruptions of these spaces and songs indicate Abel's fragility and the impact of social intolerance. Abel's interior states drive the narrative structure of the film through an editing pattern that begins with a freeze-frame on his face, followed by tighter shots, superimposed images and flashback sequences.
The freeze-frame visualizes Abel's inability to act or speak on his own behalf, and also depicts his altered mental and spiritual states resulting from trauma, the effects of alcohol, ritual peyote, and the effort of his ceremonial running. Abel is continually caught up in the grasp of institutions: His experiences with these institutions and the disciplinary mechanisms of bureaucracy immobilize him and remove his own powers of speech, his ability to act in the world through language.
His sense of self is bombarded by those in power who, as Momaday writes, "…were disposing of him in language, their language" But it is Abel's way of seeing, not of being seen—his identification of the witch and vision of the hawk and the snake—that "marks" him as Pueblo, and that ultimately establish both his identity and his resistance to the forces that would determine his identity for him. But if Abel's belief in witchcraft and his certainty about the albino's identity as a witch determine his Pueblo identity, his actions signify the extent of his alienation from that cultural bedrock.
The institutional framework for violence, in the form of the L. His attempt to act against injustice, to "do something about that," takes the form of vigilante action which, instead of empowering him, only contributes to his illness. Sophisticated editing unites these moments of isolation with images of Abel as he begins to heal. The close-up of his face, horizontal on the ground after the cop's assault, is echoed when he falls during the dawn run in the film's closing scene, a moment when he gathers the strength to finish the run and seems to connect most strongly to his grandfather.
Another shot of Abel's face frozen in open-mouthed agony, unable to pray during the peyote ceremony, is matched in the next scene's three-way superimposition of the lights of the L. Viewers of the film and the filmmakers themselves consistently recall this moment, when Abel's voice is restored through song, as one of the most powerful and effective in the film. Collaborative Production On the set of House Made of Dawn , Native and non-Native collaborators worked to make their mode of production more closely match the film's content.
As Abel is running, he hears his grandfather's voice describing the time of year of the dawn run, just after the people clean the ditches following the spring rains. Lead actor Larry Littlebird has referred to this activity to contrast his early experiences in the film industry with subsequent work on House Made of Dawn and other independent productions:. We know what our common vision is, and the common vision is the flow of water which brings life to our community, and gives us life…. Littlebird suggests a model in which strategic attention to production situations can imaginatively recover the cultural values embedded in indigenous narratives.
He frames this insight in terms of a specific place and agricultural pattern, connecting the politics of film production with larger issues of community action and land use. This locally grounded style also provided Littlebird with experience and training that prepared him for future film and television projects outside of Hollywood. Recent Hollywood productions have carefully navigated the politics of authenticity by casting Native actors in Native roles, but the story is often controlled by cultural outsiders.
What sets House Made of Dawn apart from other films of its time is that both the story and the circumstances of its production—the location shooting and casting of Native actors—come from tribally specific and cross-cultural perspectives. There is a deep connection between equity in film production and the images on screen; in House Made of Dawn , Native actors and writers, working collaboratively with non-Native filmmakers, are activists staging an occupation and reinvention of urban, reservation, and cinematic landscapes. House Made of Dawn.
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