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Set in Canada and the battlefields of France and Belgium, Three-Day Road is a mesmerizing novel told through the eyes of Niska--a Canadian Oji-Cree woman living off the land who is the last of a line of healers and diviners--and her nephew Xavier. At the urging of his friend Elijah, a Cree boy raised in reserve schools, Xavier joins the war effort. Shipped off to Europe when they are nineteen, the boys are marginalized from the Canadian soldiers not only by their native appearance but also by the fine marksmanship that years of hunting in the bush has taught them. Both become snipers renowned for their uncanny accuracy. But while Xavier struggles to understand the purpose of the war and to come to terms with his conscience for the many lives he has ended, Elijah becomes obsessed with killing, taking great risks to become the most accomplished sniper in the army. Eventually the harrowing and bloody truth of war takes its toll on the two friends in different, profound ways. Intertwined with this account is the story of Niska, who herself has borne witness to a lifetime of death--the death of her people. In part inspired by the legend of Francis Pegahmagabow, the great Indian sniper of World War I, Three-Day Road is an impeccably researched and beautifully written story that offers a searing reminder about the cost of war.… (more)
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When the story opens, Niska is traveling from her home in northern Ontario to reclaim
Niska, at the same time, tells the story of her life, growing up in Northern Ontario and trying to maintain her life as a Cree living in the bush and depending on the earth for sustenance. Most of her relatives abandon that lifestyle and succumb to the charms of city life, which she finds reprehensible.
The author weaves the story back and forth in time and place. From the war-torn fields of France to the fields and streams of northern Ontario we follow the story of the two life-long friends, whose relationship undergoes tremendous strain as Elijah becomes more and more addicted to both morphine and war. Boyden does a masterful job of creating and nurturing that metaphor. The two friends grow further and further apart as the strains of combat overcome them both. On page 285 Xavier remarks:
“Elijah seems to have no more need for food. He is thin and hard like a rope. He is a shadow that slips in and out of darkness. He is someone I no longer know”
In the end, it is Niska who has to use all her skills to save Xavier from addiction, from loneliness, and from himself. Prose that sings and a compulsively readable narrative combine for a mesmerizing read. Highly recommended.
Cree youth Xavier Bird is raised in
“I will tell the elders the many strange things I’ve seen ... the bodies of the dead everywhere so that one gets used to the sight of them swelling in the rain, the shells that whistle from out of nowhere on a quiet morning and blow the arms and head and legs from the man you talked to the day before. But especially I will tell the elders how after a shell attack life returns to normal so fast, how one’s mind does not allow him to dwell on the horror of violent death, for it will drive him mad if he lets it."
Three Day Road is an impressive debut novel, to say the least. Boyden’s powerful prose as he writes of a soldier’s experience of war reminded me more than once of Remarque’s All Quiet on the Western Front. It was easy to invest in Xavier’s return home: to hope with Niska that might heal and be made whole again. My one criticism of the novel is that it seemed to have a much longer “middle” than necessary. Still, I highly recommend.
There are multiple stories here, woven together. The main story is about two James Bay Cree Indians who enlist in the Canadian Army and are sent to fight the Hun in WWI. Only one returns. The story moves back and forth between characters and in time from their youth to the war to after the war, as well as to earlier days of the Cree and the time of their Aunt who brings one of the young men home on the Three Day Road. The Aunt's life and early Canadian life in the greater James Bay - Moose Factory area is the other story woven into the story. The transitions were mostly very effective but a couple less so. I also thought the narrative stretched maybe a little too long towards the middle of the book. These are minor complaints about a great book. Highly recommended.
I really liked this one. An awful lot to pack into a debut novel, but under Boyden’s pen, this merging of complex stories is handled with a skill and grace that works wonderfully.
The two orphaned boys are raised and influenced by a beloved old Indian woman, Auntie, who teaches them the Indian ways of respecting the earth, hunting, survival, spiritualism, becoming an integral part of nature, and facing fear. She is the one essential to Xavier’s story. She passes on ancestral Cree values and specialized skills which enable him to conquer his demons.
Boyden writes a novel that takes you further than you want to go - but you are compelled to walk down his road. He explores what it is to be human. I am generally one of the sensitive types. I cringe at any kind of violence or hurtful behavior. Still, I found I could not stop reading this book.
Boyden pushes you deep inside yourself to meet the tragedies of the dark and frightening aspects of living. You will find this story fearsome, ugly and painful – as well as poignant, captivating and loving.
Guardedly recommended based on the violent deaths of animals and loved ones.
This story of two Ojibwe men from northern Ontario who join up to fight in the war is not an easy read. I had to read it in small bites but in a few hours I couldn't resist picking it up again to read just a bit more. Xavier Bird and Elijah Whiskeyjack are unforgettable characters but Xavier's aunt, Niska, is the true star of the book I think. It is she that rescued both of them from the residential school. She taught them how to hunt and survive which made them "successful" in the war. And her spirit guides Xavier when he faces dilemmas overseas and when he comes back home missing a leg and addicted to morphine.
Niska, trying to draw Xavier back into living, begins to tell the stories of her life as a medicine woman of the tribe who refused to assimilate in the white man’s world. Xavier's story of the war from the time he left the bush with his best friend, Elijah, to the time he comes home alone, is told as a series of feverish flashbacks.
These two story lines are interwoven beautifully, each reinforcing the other. At times a brutal story of madness and loss of innocence that strips all pretense of glory from the war, at others a story of hope, love and friendship, this novel gripped me from its opening pages through the very end.
I highly recommend this and cannot wait to see what Boyden produces next.
I loved how Boyden used two different narrators, Niska and Xavier, alternating between them. Each talks of present day and tells stories from the past.
Two young Crees from northern Ontario enlist in the Canadian army and become part of the Southern Ontario Rifles, an outfit, that although fictional, mirrors the courage and horror of the Canadian participation in the war. In addition, being First Nation (as indigienous people are known in Canada), Xavier Bird and his best friend, Elijah Whiskeyjack, have additional challenges. Each was marked by the events in which they participated.
But this is far more than a war story with an interesting twist. It is also the story of the Crees in the early 20th century, especially those who were “bush Indians”, refusing to accommodate to the white ways and living the traditional Cree way. And that we learn from Niska, a medicine woman, who leaves her home in the wilderness in her canoe to bring back her nephew Xavier, who has survived the war--but as a broken man addicted to opium. The story unfolds during the journey back to the wilderness.
Throughout is the theme of the windigo, a creature of evil that can spread like an infection. Niska’s father and Niska herself are windigo killers, those recognized by the tribes as having the power, which is a gift, of ridding the tribe of these humans turned into monsters. Windigos are made, not born, and therein lies a tale.
It is a remarkable story, profound. It is told in a circular fashion, through flashbacks that are not linear--to the days when Xavier and Eilijah were hunters as boys, to the war to Niska’s childhood to the present. The prose is spare, dispassionate, but the impact is searing.
This is a debut novel for Boyden, and an extremely powerful one. Highly recommended.
You are reading it and then you close your eyes and suddenly feel your feet rotting away from trenchfoot. You can hear the squish of mud beneath your feet as you walk hunched over, knee deep in mud and water, following the duckboards as you walk down the trench. You bend down even further and look around both ways. There are no officers in sight. You can't remember your last meal and you're weak from exhaustion, starvation and a nagging cough you've had for months on end. You open your pack and consider smoking a cigarette to quell the hungry rumblings of your belly. You decide to risk it, it's day and you figure that a German sniper won't be able to see the burning ember of your cigarette because of the cover of your trench and you hope that the drizzle of rain and steam from the ground will conceal the smoke. So you light up and enjoy the moment's respite, you have seen so many dead bodies in the last week that whenever you sleep you see their eyes. You try not to sleep despite the relaxation from the nicotine. You might wake with a scream if you dream of the eyes and you may as well be shouting at the Jerries to shell you. Suddenly you hear a whistling sound growing louder. The relaxation is over. You dive face first into the mud and hear a deafening explosion. You are still intact but you realize they must have seen your smoke. More whistles and explosions crash down around you while you crawl desperately down the line, hoping to get away from the shelling, but it continues until all of a sudden there is horrific noise and you are airborne. You see blood and gore from your own body, clods of dirt and mud fly through the air in slow motion and then all goes black.... You wake up in a hospital with a homely British nurse standing over you. You are disoriented and confused from the morphine. Your head lolls on your neck and you have no idea where you are, where you've been or even who you are. All you know is that when you look to your right where your arm should be, all that you see is a bandaged stump. You close your eyes and open them again. Wait, this isn't what's happening at all! You're in your bed with the lights on and you've just dropped Joseph Boyden's Three Day Road onto your lap. It was all just a very vivid dream! Oh thank you, thank you, thank you, my arm is still there! You look over and your girlfriend gently sleeps next to you. You kiss her forehead and pick up the book. You keep reading, anything to avoid the dreams the book has been giving you....
This is a violent story, told with great feeling a just enough dry humour. It is a story of how we come to be who we are, of history and of fate. The relationship between Xavier and Elijah is one of the strongest portrayals of the bonds of friendship between men I've ever read. The role of Aboriginal Canadians in the War, and the way residential schools affected the children who attended them are described honestly without stereotyping.
This is a great book.
Elijah eventually enjoys the killing and while Xavier senses Elijah is becoming crazy, the Canadian Army leadership recognizes him as a hero and awards him medals for his killing.
This is a novel that explains the life of a "bush Indian" while also the horrendous, terrifying life in the trenches of WW I. The author has said that the horror of life in the trenches he depicted in the novel was moderate to what he read in his research.
This is a beautifully rendered novel and Boyden paints a lovely Canadian landscape and captures the horror of warfare, the ugly battlefields of Belgium and France, the dehumanization of these young soldiers, their daily struggle to survive against horrendous odds. The prose is rich and haunting:
“Death is everywhere around them in the forest, staring at them from behind trees. But something far worse than death crouches close by. It is felt rather than seen. It waits for the moment when they close their eyes to approach.”
This is a wonderful debut and one I highly recommend.
Canadian First Nations Xavier Bird recounts his time away at war with childhood friend Elijah. Expertly woven in between his chapters are his aunt's memories of her own childhood, and then her memories of Xavier's, and then their lives once Elijah becomes a member of their small
Xavier's descriptions of the violence and madness of WWI are shockingly real. Both Xavier's story of soldiers in Europe, and Aunt Niska's telling of life at home in Canada, including of residential schools, show the racism that First Nations people in Canada have experienced.
The characters here are so well developed, and sadness and joy are both depicted in the most simple of ways. I highly recommend this compelling novel.
My trepidation is because I am anxious now for other reasons, and while reading [[Edith Pargeter]] or [[Robert Graves]] on the subject of war is doable, if difficult, my experience of modern books is that they often like to go right over the top with the horror, and I did not want to go there.
This is [[Joseph Boyden]]'s first novel. It could have been edited down some, but it is nevertheless well written and compelling. The main characters have each their own kind of appeal, which make this reader care and want to know how it goes for them. There are elements of First Nations' tradition and experience that give the book a fresh perspective, and something gentle beneath the hell. Still, if not for Mum, I would not have finished this book.
It is almost unrelentingly distressing. Even in the happy scenes there is death. When happy, they are killing animals (for food--nothing weird, but I still don't love it), when miserable they are enduring or escaping torment, are viewing humans killing, or are killing, themselves. Over and over and over and over and over.
This is not surprising in a book about a brutal war. What is surprising is that there is almost no relief. The story is there, but to my mind there is much more horror than needed to carry it. Recall that this is not a memoir--if Boyden had experienced all this and had to get it off his chest, then I would say go for it. As a novel, I think his point is far over-made. But I don't enjoy scenes of murder and chaos, I simply endure them. Another might, and this may be just the thing for them.
If you are interested in war, the history of the Canadians in WWI, in First Nations and their oppression and their lives as soldiers, and you like getting your history in novel form, you may want to read this book. Otherwise you may want to go to a library and pick up some history books on the subjects.
So yes, I hadn't heard of Boyden before, but clearly he's something of a literary darling north of the 49th parallel (in Canada – less sure about Kazakhstan) and this novel, his first, begins with what seems to be an entire chapter's worth of adulatory press cuttings to whet your appetite for what follows. Apparently every critic and literary prize in Canada welcomed this one with open arms and legs. By the time you have crawled out of Roman numerals and made it to the start of the story at page 1, you have been primed to be disappointed by anything less than a new Ulysses written on the Stone Tablets of Sinai, with jokes by the ghost of Lenny Bruce.
It is easy to see why critics got excited about it. This story of two Cree boys from northern Ontario who become snipers in the First World War shines a light on an aspect of 1914–18 that most readers will know little about, and it does so in the uncomplicated, present-tense, flashback-heavy style that is so wildly popular these days.
Sure enough, there was a lot here I responded to and that filled a gap untouched by my other First World War reading. It is inspired in part by the real-life Ojibwe sniper Francis Pegahmagabow, the most lethal sniper of the war and one of Canada's most decorated (who, as ‘Peggy’, hovers just off-stage at several points in the novel). But the scenes of chaos and misery from the Western Front are never allowed to take over, and they are always interspersed with chapters describing Elijah and Xavier's Cree childhood and family, juxtapositions that offer the reader a range of unusual and productive comparisons that can be made at his or her leisure. This cross-cutting between industrialised slaughter in Europe and the very different ritualised violence of ‘native’ communities reminded me of what Pat Barker attempted with Melanesian islanders in The Ghost Road, though here the conceit is built much more fundamentally into the book's structure.
This is one of those books that goes for full-on immersive storytelling: it is all about spending plenty of time with these characters, seeing the trenches and the carnage of Ypres and Passchendaele through their eyes, learning, through Xavier's medicine-woman aunt, about how the boys ended up in this place so far away from home.
Perhaps the overriding motif is the windigo, that figure of Algonquian mythology associated with cannibalism and insanity. Just as First Nations communities sometimes suffered outbreaks of internal violence that saw people turning in desperation to eating human flesh, so too (we are encouraged to consider) have developed nations in 1914 begun to cannibalise their own population through what seems to be nothing other than collective madness.
I realized then that sadness was at the heart of the windigo, a sadness so pure that it shrivelled the human heart and let something else grow in its place. To know that you have desecrated the ones you love, that you have done something so damning out of a greed for life that you have been exiled from your people forever is a hard meal to swallow, much harder to swallow than that first bite of human flesh.
Much as I enjoyed the story and the general idea, I must admit there was something about the prose style that stopped me from ever loving this book the way I'm sure many others will love it. The prose isn't bad – it just doesn't display much intelligence or wit; there's a kind of flat, undemonstrative quality to it that, perhaps, is appropriate given its narrators but that left me slightly cold. I couldn't shake off a vague sense of Creative Writing courses, reinforced not only by the present-tense narration but by the alternating narrators in different chapters, and the metaphors that tried, I thought, a little too hard to show off their cultural background (‘His skin is the colour of cedar ash in the setting sun’). There is also a certain amount of ‘magic Indian’ stuff going on – a face-value acceptance of some of the Cree mythology and ritual – that sits very uneasily with me.
Still, this is a book I'd recommend. If you want to know more about Canada's involvement in the war, and First Nations participation in particular, it's a brilliant introduction – and you'd have to be a hard-hearted reader indeed to resist the melodrama of violence and insanity that Boyden skilfully builds up for his climax.
Simply told but deep, dark and intense all the same. The graphic battle scenes are stomach turning.
Sometimes the tales go
Three Day Road, drawn from real people and real history, is an impeccably researched, and skilfully
A singularly great novel and great read. Highly recommended.