In the mountains, shooting infrared telephoto, listening to the conclusion of ‘Buffalo Hunter Hunter’ by Stephen Graham Jones
@stephengrahamjones
Stephen, this book should be required reading in every American history class. I was gut sick for weeks listening to this story unfold. It’s message like a poison inside me, like I was Three Persons, cracking those eggs on the floor. And bigger than that, I felt this sorrow for a country i love, and this longing for the past before this genocide, before my trisaïeul helped found universities and towns in New England.
Good Stab somehow touching this seething rage I feel, for what is happening today, the atrocities of greed, the false premise of ownership of land, and the willingness to poison that land for profits. I felt, as if I was there, hiding inside the skinned carcass, hanging on to a half life, and I was so glad of each act of vengeance.
This book somehow helped ground my wild fears of the present in the horror of the past, and it might be the most original book in this particular monster genre I’ve read in years, how it speaks, how the language entered me, how I’m thinking differently today because this book exists.
Stephen, all these photos are a gift for you, if any of them strikes you as a fitting cover, dust jacket, webpage backdrop, they were taken in honor of this painful masterwork.
Yours,
Christopher Andrew
Vermont’s Northeast Kingdom, 03.26
