Tonight as SUNY Cortland, two people read readings by Sherman Alexie from his book “Blasphemy”. They read them aloud and I didn’t have the text to follow along with. I must say, at first I was skeptical about this because I thought it was going to be hard for me to keep my attention focused. I also thought it was going to be harder for me to feel anything or make connections with the text if I couldn’t at least follow along as they read. To my surprise, I was wrong!
The man read “War Dances” and read an excerpt from a section called “Blanket”. It was about an Indian boy who’s father had his feet amputated due to being a diabetic and alcoholic. He was in the hospital with his father and his dad kept saying that he was cold so the boy tried to find a blanket for him. The nurse was mean to him and only gave him a thin blanket that he described as “the world’s largest coffee filter”. He gave it to his dad, but his dad kept saying that he was cold. The boy knew that he had no chance of getting a better blanket unless he found an Indian. He walked around the hospital until he found an Indian who gave him a blanket and he then gave it to his dad. Despite this, the dad ended up dying. As the speaker was reading this aloud, I easily put myself in the Indian boy’s shoes. What if it was me who was in the hospital with my father and I was trying my best to help him, but he was still suffering? What if it was me who couldn’t get any help from the nurses who were supposed to be there to help the patients? I became furious! I can tell you one thing, if it was me I would have been causing a scene!! There would be no way I could just sit there while my father was depending on me for help. One way or another, I would have gotten that blanket! I was amazed at how even though the text wasn’t sitting in front of me, I still made a connection with it. I still got a personal feeling and was able to make the words come alive inside me. I loved the story, and I loved what the reading showed me about myself!
The woman chose to read “Scenes From a Life”. Although still written by Sherman Alexie, it was told from a complete different view-point. Immediately I was intrigued by this reading for that reason. Every reading I had ever done of Alexie was told from the narration of a young, Indian boy. This story was narrated by a white, middle class female. She had sex with an Indian boy and was haunted by it. Not haunted because it was bad or because she felt guilty though. Throughout the story, she tells about her sex life, the men she has slept with, and her marriages. The one thing she makes specific to say is that she will not sleep with any Indians because of the boy she had slept with many years before. The reader got to see Indians from a white first person’s point-of-view. The whole time I was are wondering, why doesn’t she sleep with any more Indians? Why is this Indian so haunting to her? Alexie used this as a form of suspense and almost as a cliff hanger that is hanging through out the whole story. It isn’t until the ending that it is revealed that she was pregnant. She had a baby by that Indian and gave the baby up for adoption. When I heard this it was a “light bulb” moment. I finally realized that she was so haunted because every time she saw an Indian, she was reminded of her child. It amazed me the interest that I had in this story. Usually my attention span is something of a gnat. I really did not think that I was going to be able to focus or follow along without my attention drifting elsewhere, but this story proved me way wrong!!
At the end of the readings, I was so happy that I chose to go. Not only did I get to hear two great stories and learn more about Sherman Alexie’s identity as a writer, but I learned more about my identity as a reader. I learned that I don’t have to have the text sitting in front of me to be a good, attentive reader!