He’s a white guy named Justin Scott, and he’s proud of being a Survivalist. The story reeeeeally tightens up when a stranger comes to town, having followed the snowmobile tracks of the two young men. Nerves are frayed to the limits, and things only start looking even MORE dire when two of the community’s members, boys who have been at university down south, escape from their situation and return home with word that all is chaos and unrest Out There. The tribal cache of food starts to be doled out to an increasingly restless community, and all are confused and anxious. A generator is up and running, and tribal leaders come together to prepare the community for a hard winter where electric heat is to be shunned, firewood used instead, and food must be eaten sparingly also. And soon enough, the electricity goes out also.īut the community, as far north in Canada as it is, is far enough from society, and they’re all used to and prepared for being cut off. The “moccasin telegraph” starts up right away, and friends are all talking and communicating via visiting in person and talking face to face.
Right off the bat, he sees that the satellite TV is out, and soon he discovers that his phone is kaput, having no cell service. He’s a respectful hunter, offers the dead moose a bit of tobacco, and he offers it thanks and best wishes. It’s winter, and it’s time to stock up on meat to feed his wife and two kids, to share with parents and friends, to offer if food goes scarce for others in the Anishinaabe community they all live in. The story opens with Evan Whitesky finishing off a hunt by taking down a massive bull moose. well, Kobo had it on Sale, so dude I was so hooked! And little did I know at the time that a global pandemic would be in the future and that this not-quite 7 hours of story would start looking less “ Apocalypse” and more “Prescient”… Dude (again), who kneeeeew?!? All I knew was that I do Native American Heritage Month, and it’d be an awesome addition. Soooooo, I knew absolutely zip nada nuthin’ when I saw Moon of the Crusted Snow by Waubgeshig Rice.
By: Waubgeshig Rice / Narrated By: Billy MerastyĪ quiet tale that builds and Builds and BUILDS until I danged near screamed with the tension!
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