The Blood Runs Like a River Through
My Dreams by Nasdijj
The Joke
The language and form of this searing book are as powerful as the life
experience that inspired them. In a series of essays that cohere into a
spiritual autobiography, the author writes prose thats deceptively simple
yet rich in metaphor. An wild horse living in the parking lot of a Navajo
school becomes a symbol for living creatures intrinsic wildness, tamed
only at a terrible cost. We are all runaway horses is one constant refrain,
as is the reminder you are your history. The authors history is painful: born
in 1950 the son of an alcoholic Native American woman and a white
cowboy father who would sell my mom to other migrant men for five
dollars, Nasdijj grew up a mongrel and an outcast, contending with his
violent fathers demons while his mother beguiled them with Indian stories.
Living on a reservation, never fully accepted because of his white skin, he
adopted a baby boy with fetal alcohol syndrome who died at age 6. The
books most beautiful passages meditate on Tommy Nothing Fancys short
life and express his fathers love. Nasdijj has been homeless, he has
taught Indian children on a reservation, he has retraced with a historian

friend the dreadful forced march to Bosque Redondo, where the Navajo
and their culture were nearly exterminated. These and many other ordeals
are related in the agonizingly lucid words of someone who has turned to
writing as a lifeline. This remarkable memoir has its share of bitterness
and anger, but Nasdijj transcends both in his acceptance of the world that
made him and in the knowledge that the reservation runs like blood
through a river of my dreams. --Wendy Smith
Personal Review: The Blood Runs Like a River Through My
Dreams by Nasdijj
To hold the power to move people with words regardless of the validity of
those words is a very impressive art. With the exception of one specific
actor, no one in history has made a powerful film about his or her own life.
There is no reason to believe that written works shoud be treated
differently from movies in this respect. Obviously this writer has realized
that human deception is an important method of eliciting an emotional
response from an audience. By reading the responses from readers prior
to the false exposure of the true writer, it is clear that this man or woman is
light years ahead of current authors when it comes to manipulating the
human brain into believing a story, factual or not. With the increasing pace
of desensitization of the mind in recent years, obviously new techniques
must be made available to entertain an insatiable public. To say that this
author's amazing work is only confined within the pages of the book is
downwright ludicrous. Everything, including the monikor and real identity of
"Timothy Barris" is part of a larger piece of fiction that may be even further
exposed as time passes. After this "identity" was unearthed, opposite and
even stronger emotional responses were elicited from readers,
demonstrated in print on these very pages of Amazon.com. Is it not true
that disgust and outrage are also emotions that sub-par authors struggle to
touch in their works? "The Blood Runs Like a River Through My Dreams"
is such an example of a work of writing and deception that is capable of
plucking each string of human emotion in such a way that has never been
attempted before. There is a larger picture.
-AK
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