One of The New York Times 10 Best Books of the Year
One of the Best Books of the Year: The Washington Post, NPR, Time, O, The Oprah Magazine, The Dallas Morning News, GQ, Entertainment Weekly, BuzzFeed, San Francisco Chronicle, The Boston Globe
Winner of the PEN/Hemingway Award
Winner of the National Book Critics Circle John Leonard Prize
Winner of the Center for Fiction First Novel Prize
Winner of an American Book Award
Shortlisted for the Andrew Carnegie Medal for Excellence in Fiction
Shortlisted for the Dayton Literary Peace Prize
“Powerful. . . . There There has so much jangling energy and brings so much news from a distinct corner of American life that it’s a revelation.” —The New York Times
Tommy Orange’s wondrous and shattering novel follows twelve characters from Native communities: all traveling to the Big Oakland Powwow, all connected to one another in ways they may not yet realize. Among them is Jacquie Red Feather, newly sober and trying to make it back to the family she left behind. Dene Oxendene, pulling his life together after his uncle’s death and working at the powwow to honor his memory. Fourteen-year-old Orvil, coming to perform traditional dance for the very first time. Together, this chorus of voices tells of the plight of the urban Native American—grappling with a complex and painful history, with an inheritance of beauty and spirituality, with communion and sacrifice and heroism. Hailed as an instant classic, There There is at once poignant and unflinching, utterly contemporary and truly unforgettable.
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About the Author
Tommy Orange is a graduate of the MFA program at the Institute of American Indian Arts. An enrolled member of the Cheyenne and Arapaho Tribes of Oklahoma, he was born and raised in Oakland, California.
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“In the dark times Will there also be singing?
Yes, there will also be singing.
About the dark times.”
There was an Indian head, the head of an Indian, the drawing of the head of a headdressed, long haired, Indian depicted, drawn by an unknown artist in 1939, broadcast until the late 1970s to American TVs everywhere after all the shows ran out. It’s called the Indian Head Test Pattern. If you left the TV on, you’d hear a tone at 440 hertz—the tone used to tune instruments—and you’d see that Indian, surrounded by circles that looked like sights through rifle scopes. There was what looked like a bullseye in the middle of the screen, with numbers like coordinates. The Indian head was just above the bullseye, like all you’d need to do was nod up in agreement to set the sights on the target. This was just a test.
In 1621, colonists invited Massasoit, chief of the Wampanoags, to a feast after a recent land deal. Massasoit came with ninety of his men. That meal is why we still eat a meal together in November. Celebrate it as a nation. But that one wasn’t a thanksgiving meal. It was a land deal meal. Two years later there was another, similar meal, meant to symbolize eternal friendship. Two hundred Indians dropped dead that night from supposed unknown poison.
By the time Massasoit’s son Metacomet became chief, there were no Indian-Pilgrim meals being eaten together. Metacomet, also known as King Phillip, was forced to sign a peace treaty to give up all Indian guns. Three of his men were hanged. His brother Wamsutta was let’s say very likely poisoned after being summoned and seized by the Plymouth court. All of which lead to the first official Indian war. The first war with Indians. King Phillip’s War. Three years later the war was over and Metacomet was on the run. He was caught by Benjamin Church, Captain of the very first American Ranger force and an Indian by the name of John Alderman. Metacomet was beheaded and dismembered. Quartered. They tied his four body sections to nearby trees for the birds to pluck. John Alderman was given Metacomet’s hand, which he kept in a jar of rum and for years took it around with him—charged people to see it. Metacomet’s head was sold to the Plymouth Colony for thirty shillings—the going rate for an Indian head at the time. The head was spiked and carried through the streets of Plymouth before it was put on display at Plymouth Colony Fort for the next twenty five years.
In 1637, anywhere from four to seven hundred Pequot were gathered for their annual green corn dance. Colonists surrounded the Pequot village, set it on fire, and shot any Pequot who tried to escape. The next day the Massachusetts Bay Colony had a feast in celebration, and the governor declared it a day of thanksgiving. Thanksgivings like these happened everywhere, whenever there were, what we have to call: successful massacres. At one such celebration in Manhattan, people were said to have celebrated by kicking the heads of Pequot people through the streets like soccer balls.
The first novel ever written by a Native person, and the first novel written in California, was written in 1854, by a Cherokee guy named John Rollin Ridge. His novel, The Life and Adventures of Joaquin Murieta, was based on a supposed real-life Mexican bandit from California by the same name, who, in 1853, was killed by a group of Texas rangers. To prove they’d killed Murrieta and collect the five thousand dollar reward put on his head—they cut it off. Kept it in a jar of whiskey. They also took the hand of his fellow bandit Three Fingered Jack. The rangers took Joaquin’s head and the hand on a tour throughout California, charged a dollar for the show.
The Indian head in the jar, the Indian head on a pike were like flags flown, to be seen, cast broadly. Just like the Indian head test pattern was broadcast to sleeping Americans as we set sail from our living rooms, over the ocean blue green glowing airwaves, to the shores, the screens of the new world.
There’s an old Cheyenne story about a rolling head. We heard it said there was a family who moved away from their camp, moved near a lake—husband, wife, daughter, son. In the morning when the husband finished dancing, he would brush his wife’s hair and paint her face red, then go off to hunt. When he came back her face would be clean. After this happened a few times he decided to follow her and hide, see what she did while he was gone. He found her in the lake, with a water monster, some kind of snake thing, wrapped around her in an embrace. The man cut the monster up and killed his wife. He brought the meat home to his son and daughter. They noticed it tasted different. The son who was still nursing said, my mother tastes just like this. His older sister told him it’s just deer meat. While they ate a head rolled in. They ran and the head followed them. The sister remembered where they played, how thick the thorns were there, and she brought the thorns to life behind them with her words. But the head broke through, kept coming. Then she remembered where rocks used to be piled in a difficult way. The rocks appeared when she spoke of them, but didn’t stop the head, so she drew a hard line in the ground which made a deep chasm the head couldn’t cross. But after a long heavy rain, the chasm filled with water. The head crossed the water, and when it reached the other side, it turned around and drank all that water up. The rolling head became confused and drunk. It wanted more. More of anything. More of everything. And it just kept rolling.
One thing we should keep in mind, moving forward, is that no one ever rolled heads down temple stairs. Mel Gibson made that up. But we do have, those of us who saw the movie, in our minds the rolling heads down temple stairs in a world meant to resemble the real Indian world in the 1500s in ancient Mexico. Mexicans before they were Mexicans. Before Spain came.
We’ve been defined by everyone else and continue to be slandered despite easy-to-look-up-on-the-internet facts about the realities of our histories and current state as a people. We have the sad, defeated Indian silhouette, and the rolling heads down temple stairs, we have it in our heads, Kevin Costner saving us, John Wayne’s six-shooter slaying us, an Italian guy named Iron Eyes Cody playing our parts in movies. We have the litter-mourning, tear-ridden Indian in the commercial (also Iron Eyes Cody), and the sink-tossing, Jack Nicholson saving, crazy Indian who was the narrator in the novel, the voice of One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest. We have all the logos and mascots. The copy of a copy of the image of an Indian in a textbook. All the way from the top of Canada, the top of Alaska, down to the bottom of South America, Indians were removed then reduced to a feathered image. Our heads are on flags, jerseys, and coins. Our heads were on the penny first, of course, the Indian head cent, and then on the buffalo nickel, both before we could even vote as a people—which, like the truth of what happened in history all over the world, and like all that spilled blood from slaughter, is now out of circulation.
Massacre as Prologue
Some of us grew up with stories about massacres. Stories about what happened to our people not so long ago. How we came out of it. At Sand Creek, we heard it said that they mowed us down with their howitzers. Volunteer militia under Colonel John Chivington came to kill us, we were mostly women, children, and elders. The men were away to hunt. They’d told us to fly the American flag. We flew that and a white flag too. Surrender, the white flag waved. We stood under both flags as they came at us. They did more than kill us. They tore us up. Mutilated us. Broke our fingers to take our rings, cut off our ears to take our silver, scalped us for our hair. We hid in the hollows of tree trunks, buried ourselves in sand by the riverbank. That same sand ran red with blood. They tore unborn babies out of bellies, took what we intended to be, our children before they were children, babies before they were babies, they ripped them out of our bellies. They broke soft baby heads against trees. Then they took our body parts as trophies and displayed them on stage in a downtown Denver. Colonel Chivington danced with dismembered parts of us in his hands, with women’s pubic hair, drunk, he danced, and the crowd gathered there before him were all the worse for cheering and laughing along with him. It was a celebration.
Getting us to cities was supposed to be the final, necessary step in our assimilation, absorption, erasure, completion of a five hundred year old genocidal campaign. But the city made us new, and we made it ours. We didn’t get lost amidst the sprawl of tall buildings, the stream of anonymous masses, the ceaseless din of traffic. We found each other, started up Indian Centers, brought out our families and powwows, our dances, our songs, our beadwork. We bought and rented homes, slept on the streets, under freeways, we went to school, joined the armed forces, populated Indian bars in the Fruitvale in Oakland, and in the Mission in San Francisco. We lived in boxcar villages in Richmond. We made art and we made babies and we made way for our people to go back and forth between reservation and city. We did not move to cities to die. The sidewalks and streets, the concrete absorbed our heaviness. The glass, metal, rubber and wires, the speed, the hurtling masses—the city took us in. We were not Urban Indians then. This was part of the Indian Relocation Act, which was part of the Indian Termination Policy, which was and is exactly what it sounds like. Make them look and act like us. Become us. And so disappear. But it wasn’t just like that. Plenty of us came by choice, to start over, to make money, or just for a new experience. Some of us came to cities to escape the reservation. We stayed after fighting in the second world war. After Vietnam too. We stayed because the city sounds like a war, and you can’t leave a war once you’ve been, you can only keep it at bay—which is easier when you can see and hear it near you, that fast metal, that constant firing around you, cars up and down the streets and freeways like bullets. The quiet of the reservation, the side-of-the-highway towns, rural communities, that kind of silence just makes the sound of your brain on fire that much more pronounced.
Plenty of us are urban now. If not because we live in cities than because we live on the internet. Inside the high rise of multiple browser windows. They used to call us sidewalk Indians. Called us citified, superficial, inauthentic, cultureless refugees, apples. An apple is red on the outside and white on the inside. But what we are is what our ancestors did. How they survived. We are the memories we don’t remember, that live in us, that we feel, that make us sing and dance and pray the way we do, feelings from memories that flare and bloom unexpectedly in our lives like blood through a blanket from a wound made by a bullet fired by a man shooting us in the back for our hair, for our heads, for a bounty, or just to get rid of us.
When they first came for us with their bullets, we didn’t stop moving even though the bullets moved twice as fast as the sound of our screams, and even when their heat and speed broke our skin, shattered our bones, skulls, pierced our hearts, we kept on, even when we saw the bullets send our bodies flailing through the air like flags, like the many flags and buildings that went up in place of everything we knew this land to be before. The bullets were premonitions, ghosts from dreams of a hard fast future. The bullets moved on after moving through us, became the promise of what was to come, the speed and the killing, the hard fast lines of borders and buildings. They took everything and ground it down to dust as fine as gunpowder, they fired their guns into the air in victory and the strays flew out into the nothingness of histories written wrong and meant to be forgotten. Stray bullets and consequences are landing on our unsuspecting bodies even now.
Urban Indians were that generation born in the city. We’ve been moving for a long time, but the land moves with you like memory. An Urban Indian belongs to the city, and cities belong to the earth. Everything here is formed in relation to every other living and nonliving thing from the earth. All our relations. The process that brings anything to its current form, chemical, synthetic, technological or otherwise doesn’t make the product not a product of the living earth. Buildings, freeways, cars—are these not of the earth? Were they shipped in from Mars, the moon? Is it because they’re processed, manufactured, or that we handle them? Are we so different? Were we at one time not something else entirely, homosapiens, single celled organisms, space dust, unidentifiable pre-bang quantum theory? Cities form in the same way as galaxies. Urban Indians feel at home walking in the shadow of a downtown building. We came to know the downtown Oakland skyline better than we did any sacred mountain range, the redwoods in the Oakland hills better than any other deep wild forest. We know the sound of the freeway better than we do rivers, the howl of distant trains better than wolf howls, we know the smell of gas and freshly wet concrete, the smell of burnt rubber, better than we do the smell of cedar or sage or even frybread—which isn’t traditional, like reservations aren’t traditional, but nothing is original, everything comes from something before, which was once nothing. Everything is new and doomed. We ride buses, trains, and cars across, over, and under concrete plains. Being Indian has never been about returning to the land. The land is everywhere or nowhere.
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Reading Group Guide
1. The prologue of There There provides a historical overview of how Native populations were systematically stripped of their identity, their rights, their land, and, in some cases, their very existence by colonialist forces in America. How did reading this section make you feel? How does the prologue set the tone for the reader? Discuss the use of the Indian head as iconography. How does this relate to the erasure of Native identity in American culture?
2. Discuss the development of the “Urban Indian” identity and ownership of that label. How does it relate to the push for assimilation by the United States government? How do the characters in There There navigate this modern form of identity alongside their ancestral roots?
3. Consider the following statement from page 9: “We stayed because the city sounds like a war, and you can’t leave a war once you’ve been, you can only keep it at bay.” In what ways does the historical precedent for violent removal of Native populations filter into the modern era? How does violence—both internal and external—appear throughout the narrative?
4. On page 7, Orange states: “We’ve been defined by everyone else and continue to be slandered despite easy-to-look-up-on-the-internet facts about the realities of our histories and current state as a people.” Discuss this statement in relation to how Native populations have been defined in popular culture. How do the characters in There There resist the simplification and flattening of their cultural identity? Relate the idea of preserving cultural identity to Dene Oxendene’s storytelling mission.
5. Tony Loneman’s perspective both opens and closes There There. Why do you think Orange made this choice for the narrative? What does Loneman’s perspective reveal about the “Urban Indian” identity? About the landscape of Oakland?
6. When readers are first introduced to Dene Oxendene, we learn of his impulse to tag various spots around the city. How did you interpret this act? How does graffiti culture work to recontextualize public spaces?
7. Discuss the interaction between Opal Viola Victoria Bear Shield and Two Shoes that occurs on pages 50–52. How does Opal view Two Shoes’s “Indianness”? What is the import of the Teddy Roosevelt anecdote that he shares with her? How does this relate to the overall theme of narrative and authenticity that occurs throughout There There?
8. Describe the resettlement efforts at Alcatraz. What are the goals for inhabiting this land? What vision does Opal and Jacquie’s mother have for her family in moving to Alcatraz?
9. On page 58, Opal’s mother tells her that she needs to honor her people “by living right, by telling our stories. [That] the world was made of stories, nothing else, and stories about stories.” How does this emphasis on storytelling function throughout There There? Consider the relationship between storytelling and power. How does storytelling allow for diverse narratives to emerge? What is the relationship between storytelling and historical memory?
10. On page 77, Edwin Black asserts, “The problem with Indigenous art in general is that it’s stuck in the past.” How does the tension between modernity and tradition emerge throughout the narrative? Which characters seek to find a balance between honoring the past and looking toward the future? When is the attempt to do so successful?
11. Discuss the generational attitudes toward spirituality in the Native community in There There. Which characters embrace their elders’ spiritual practices? Who doubts the efficacy of those efforts? How did you interpret the incident of Orvil and the spider legs?
12. How is the city of Oakland characterized in the novel? How does the city’s gentrification affect the novel’s characters? Their attitudes toward home and stability?
13. How is femininity depicted in There There? What roles do the female characters assume in their community? Within their families?
14. Discuss Orvil’s choice to participate in the powwow. What attracts him to the event? Why does Opal initially reject his interest in “Indianness”? How do his brothers react to it?
15. Discuss the Interlude that occurs on pages 134–41. What is the import of this section? How does it provide key contextual information for the Big Oakland PowWow that occurs at the end of the novel? What is the significance of this event and others like it for the Native community?
16. Examine the structure of There There. Why do you think Orange chose to present his narrative using different voices and different perspectives? How do the interlude and the prologue help to bolster the themes of the narrative? What was the most surprising element of the novel to you? What was its moment of greatest impact?
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
This is one of the best books I've read in years. It's intimate, timely, heartbreaking, and important. Stop reading your other books and start this one immediately.
Beauty and pain in each page in this book, as there is in each of us, every character Mr. Orange has us meet. I am left stunned.
Love the way the author tells the story of all the characters. So well written
Modern day account of city Life of American Indian people, dealing with alcoholism, domestic violence and our culture of guns. Will the struggle of having a happy life end for the indigenous people of America?
There, There is an incisive portrayal of modern life for American Indians living in the Bay area.
How so many stories can come together in some way. How our choices impact those around us. How terrible our history is and that the effects are still felt.
the book just carries you along the charactors are fully alive I felt mostly sad throughout this book but also grateful for the experience
With some books, all you can say is, “Wow.” There There absolutely blew me away, which for some reason surprised me. I knew it had gotten a lot of acclaim, and I myself waited patiently for my library copy for months. So of course it was going to be really good. But it wasn’t — it was great. There’s a big powwow coming up in Oakland, CA, and each character we meet is connected to it somehow. There are people there to perform, to watch, to connect with long-lost parents — and there’s a group of young men who are there to rob it. One by one, we get to know these people and their backstories, and we root for all of them. They barrel toward an ending that you know is coming and desperately want to stop, and the conclusion will leave you shaking. This novel features such a wide cast of characters that there’s a list of them with short descriptions at the beginning of the book. That was actually really helpful as readers met new people and returned to those we’d already met. With so many characters, we don’t get to spend very much time in the POV of each of them — still, I felt like I got to know them pretty well, including each of their rich and personal histories. I need to read more books by Native American voices — that’s a fact. If you do, too, then this is a great place to start. There is so much here about what it’s like to live in today’s world as a part of that heritage — fully or tangentially — and so much experience that I just never consider as I go about my daily life. Books like this are so valuable to us all, as human beings. And bonus: Tommy Orange does it with prose that will take your breath away.
There, There is a fiction novel written by Tommy Orange. It’s a national bestseller and nominee of the Pulitzer Prize in fiction- both recognitions it deserves. It follows several captivating characters with a fragmented narration of an unexpected event, offering a variety of perspectives and reasons for actions. The characters range from young to old, both male and female, but they all share a Native history. Their lives have led them in different directions, but somehow they all find themselves participating in one way or another in a powwow. The events in the book are angry, traumatic, and heartbreaking, but the characters are all connected through past and present. The precise details that saturate each character make this book especially noteworthy. Native American people are often smashed into categories and stereotypes. This book acknowledges and rejects these. Violence and sexual assault are both themes in this book, which could discourage some readers from picking it up. However, the way that Orange describes these terrible concepts tells a complete story. There are perspectives from both sides of every incident, and Orange shows cause and effect throughout the book. Fragmented fiction is a form of fiction that either works or it doesn’t. It this case, it absolutely works. Every detail connects to something else. Each piece of the story follows through. It’s impossible to put down, but the author has even provided an Interlude halfway through that forces the reader to slow down and prepare for the dramatic finale. There, There hold as much history as narrative, and it’s excellent all the way through.
There, There was fantastic! Something that did not work for me was how it was written in third person, and sometimes it wasn’t. One thing that did work for me was how there were so many different characters in their own little world, and then they all came together. The essay gives us a glimpse into all of the characters’ lives which made me feel many emotions because they all have their own story. Then, all of their lives come together at a Pow Wow in Oakland, California. Each of them is there for their own reasons. Throughout the book there are stories about misplacement, violence, hope, and capability.
There There by Tommy Orange is the story of twelve different characters. This book is a work of beauty, it is full of deep and meaningful stories that discuss violence, abuse, and identity. Tommy Orange is a brilliant author who has made these topics easier to understand and read. He incorporates humor and complex topics throughout the entire story. Personally, this is what really got me interested and entertained throughout the entire book. I loved the idea of having twelve different characters and having all of their stories intertwine. I found it to be inspiring. While I was reading this, I found myself constantly getting attached to one of the twelve characters and always wanting to know more. This was the first time I have read a book by Tommy Orange and I absolutely loved it! Tommy Orange is a brilliant author who knows his way around the written word. Honestly, I am extremely glad that I got the opportunity to read this book. I would definitely recommend this book to anyone who is debating on whether or not to buy it.
The book There There by Tommy Orange is a thrilling book. It takes you into the lives of twelve characters preparing for a powwow at the Oakland reservation. Each character goes through different life experiences, yet all some how relate to one another through family or friendship. Each character has different personalities, and life struggles so you see them develop as people. This also leads up to show how they took part in the powwow and how they affected the outcome of the situation that happens. This book is very enticing and will pull you in with every page you read. The book is all together a very good read, and I recommend it to anyone who wants to read a thrilling, eye opening novel.
There There by Tommy Orange is a story that grabs your attention and pulls you in all the way to the ending. It is composed of twelve different characters where each character tells us part of their story from their own point of view. So, each “chapter” is a new character talking. I thought that worked really well for this book because it gave the story depth. What I mean by depth is it made us put the pieces of the story together on our own instead of the whole story coming from one point of view with the author telling us about someone else’s life. The twelve characters are all preparing for the powwow in Oakland, the town that brings them all together. Each character is connected to Oakland in one way or another. I thought Oakland seemed like a very conflicted town. Half of the people were “put together” or in better terms had their life in order. While the other half had “rough” backgrounds and the two sides did not mesh together. You were from one side or the other. The first half of the story was when all the characters were telling us their story and how they came to be. I really enjoyed the first half because the author is giving us all these pieces to put together like who knows who. One of my favorite characters in the story is Opal. She seems to work hard for her family even though she may have not come from much. I think she is a character to keep your eyes on. With that being said I love how the author created each and every one of the characters. They all have a story of how they became. But, will everyone’s background be rough? Will they all have conflicting thoughts on life? Who will break first? Will they ever discover how they know one another? These are all questions that ran through my head as I began reading this National Best Seller. Transitioning toward the second half of this story, it is set in the present day at the powwow. This half made me not want to put the book down. I had to get my answers, I had to keep reading. I think this story really makes the reader think. While I was reading it, I had so many emotions running through me…happy, sad, curious etc. The final couple pages of the story are very attention grabbing. The last character to speak is Tony. He is someone who could have had an easier life but he just took a couple wrong turns. Honestly, he is a character I just wanted to talk to and help him realize how important he is. I don’t think Tony was ever a bad guy he just needed a few good people to help him along the way. Will Tony be able to turn around his life? Will he tell us things that will surprise us? Let me just say the ending left me in awe. I recommend this book to anyone who wants to read a very well put together story that may leave the reader speechless.
For the most part, Tommy Orange's writing is better than average and he chose a difficult subject matter to explore. Even so, this story fell flat for me. It was hard to identify with many of the characters, even as some of their stories began to overlap as the plot progressed. The relationship between the characters was believable in some ways, and downright ridiculous in others. The chapters felt disjointed. Characters dealt with difficulties such as FAS, mental health issues, drug addictions, growing up without parents and in the face of adversity, obesity, and other struggles, and while I would have liked to see them overcome their problems, the author sadly didn't allow for this to happen.
One of the worst books I've ever read. The intention of the story was there but horribly executed. Too many characters introduced all at once, making it difficult to keep track of who is who and what their story and connection is to each other. The only good part was the ending and that was only because of how action packed it was. Author's thoughts are all over the place and his words had zero impact on me. Would suggest reading Native Son by Richard Wright if you're thinking about reading this and want something of actual substance and impact.
The writing in There There is so clear and authentic. There There is one of those buzzy books that everyone is either reading or at least knows about. When it first came out, I immediately added it to my want list but didn’t actually read it until someone chose it for a discussion I was invited to. The book begins with an essay on the portrayal of Native Americans over time. Orange then introduces his characters through what appears to be separate stories, unrelated to one another. But as you read on, you slowly realize that all of these characters intersect and ultimately end up at a powwow where a robbery goes terribly wrong. Each story is utterly compelling. A young woman loses one baby at birth and years later is forced to give up another. A young man, trying to make a future for himself applies for a grant so he can set-up a story booth at a local powwow, Another woman leaves the man who is beating her for a future elsewhere. An infant is born with Fetal Alcohol Syndrome is forced to grow up with the effects of the “Drome”, his nickname for it. What they have in common is their Native American heritage. Powerful and engaging. It’s refreshing to read something that feels new and different. If you haven’t read There There yet, you may want to move it up on your list.
This is a beautifully-written novel that explores in depth a culture I had not been very familiar with. It is not always easy to keep track of who is who at first, but as the book progresses, you develop an understanding of each character and discover how they relate to the other characters. By the end, it's a page turner, with an ending that is both surprising and inevitable, as with all the best novels.
A story about the Native American struggle in Oakland. This is the examination of how colonialism can result in the loss of Native American culture. The novel speaks through the personal experiences of the author and many characters in the story, a group of Indians / Natives that intersect at a powwow at the Oakland Raiders baseball stadium in California. This is a journey of cultural identity. IT's a remarkable read and very different to anything I've ever read to be honest. Very raw and real. A remarkable voice
I really want to love this. I really want to support Tommy Orange. I really want to recommend to others so that his book sales go up, his name becomes known to readers, and most importantly, so that many read and think about current-day Native Americans. Unfortunately, I was disappointed with There There. There are many characters to follow, and you spend time trying to remember some of them that only appear many pages apart. I found myself drawn more to the female characters, and I needed to go back and recall who several of the male characters were. I wanted to know what would happen at the powwow, and that kept me reading. I found the ending very unsatisfying. Bummed about this one.
It is all but easy to summarise Tommy Orange’s novel. There is Dene Oxendene, a young film maker who applies for a grant to realise a dream he and his deceased uncle had: give Native Americans a voice, make them tell their stories to ensure that they are not lost. There are Opal and her sister Jacquie, first as teenagers, later as grand-parents, struggling in a world which is not made for them. Edwin who is looking for his father and thinks he just found him on the Internet whereas his colleague Blue still doesn’t know who her biological parents are. Orvil and his two younger brothers who prepare secretly for a dance. And a group of young boys who prepare a ferocious and malicious attack on the place where most of the characters will gather: the powwow. Tommy Orange introduces his novel with a prologue which outlines the Indian history. It starts with the first encounter with the coloniser and continues as a series of loss and suppression and ends in a group of people who have lost not only their land, but also their culture, identity and pride. The author himself is of Cheyenne and Arapaho decent, so he knows what he is writing about and he thus gives the Natives an authentic voice. Yes, it is an inconvenient truth he tells, but a truth worth reading and thinking about. The title already is quite confusing, but Orange makes one of his characters give an explanation quoting Gertrude Stein who (...) was talking about how the place where she’d grown up in Oakland had changed so much, that so much development had happened there, that the there of her childhood, the there there, was gone, there was no there there anymore (...) The quote is important to Dene. This there there. (...) for Native people in this country, all over the Americas, it’s been developed over, buried ancestral land, glass and concrete and wire and steel, unreturnable covered memory. There is no there there. The Natives have lost much more than their land. And up to today they have been treated differently. A lot of things that happen to the characters in the novel – getting pregnant at a very young age, being addicted to alcohol etc. – also happen to people from other ethnic backgrounds, however, they then are considered the odd uncle or the eccentric aunt and the like. Looking at the Native community, those things are regarded as the normal case, it is not something that anybody would wonder about. They always live at the fringe of society, even if they complete school and get a degree, they will have to perform much better than a white competitor to get a job. The most striking aspect of the novel for me was the trouble that all the characters experience. On the one hand, they are forced to hide their culture and traditions because they do not belong to the mainstream culture, on the other hand, this leads to a certain loss which is felt but difficult to express. They sense that they are missing something, that they need explanations which nobody will give them. Their identity is never really complete which consequently ends in serious disturbances. Tommy Orange is a remarkable writer who gives his fellow Natives an important voice that absolutely should be heard. Certainly, he doesn’t shrink from accusing what the colonisers and the white ruling classes have done to the indigenous population, however, he provides insight in what this actually meant and thus opens ways for a hopefully better future. This will not be an easy way, but one that has to be walked to