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She waited as if she had waited all her life, as if she were part of time itself, gently and patiently Did she remember that in the old days the Indian mother of the Kwakiutl band who lost a child kicked the small body three times and said to it, Do not look back Do not turn your head Walk straight on You are going to the land of the owl I was recommended this book for my Canada project Although written by an American, the story is set in British Columbia and tells of a young vicar who is sent to live with a native tribe The reason for this is not much of a spoiler because it is literally written on the first page The vicar has been sent to this particular post because his superior learned that the vicar was terminally ill and hoped that his experience with the tribe would help him cope There is some inconsistency in the story about this because the vicar doesn t know he is ill so, logically, the plot is not rock solid However, there is to the story than the vicar s impending death Craven explores the conflicts that arise between generations, between civilisations, the impact and dependency if one looses touch with the otherOn Sunday after church the young people returned to school Many of the tribe went to the river s edge to see them off in the canoes And the young people regretted going and wanted to go, and the elders wanted to keep them and were relieved when they went The little dissent went with them, and the village was at peace I Heard the Owl Call My Name is a very gentle book, very unassuming, but the naturalist writing and the simplicity with which the story is told ensures that that the story gets the point acrossYou suffered with them, and now you are theirs, and nothing will be the same again This review was first posted on BookLikes. The depth and majesty of this telling is only equal to its superb eyes for those of the tribe who live in the village of Kingcome The natural world of the inlets of British Columbia and the path of Mark, the new vicar are far, far beyond what only the eyes can see and the words describe.Classic If it is not, than it absolutely should be Would that all endings could be as worthy and dramatic as Mark s And the acceptances of change, yet without a moment s forgetting of a giving respect and honor to past humans efforts for better, be as solid as the elders More is said here in these few pages than is said in 500 or 600 page tomes of the current breed. In A World That Knows Too Well The Anguish Inherent In The Clash Of Old Ways And New Lifestyles, Margaret Craven S Classic And Timeless Story Of A Young Man S Journey Into The Pacific Northwest Is As Relevant Today As EverHere Amid The Grandeur Of British Columbia Stands The Village Of Kingcome, A Place Of Salmon Runs And Ancient Totems A Village So Steeped In Time That, According To Kwakiutl Legend, It Was Founded By Two Brothers Left On Earth After The Great Flood Yet In This Eden Of Such Natural Beauty And Richness, The Old Culture Of Totems And Potlaches Is Under Attack Slowly Being Replaced By A New Culture Of Prefab Houses And Alcoholism Into This World, Where An Entire Generation Of Young People Has Become Disenchanted And Alienated From Their Heritage, Craven Introduces Mark Brian, A Young Vicar Sent To The Small Isolated Parish By His ChurchThis Is Mark S Journey Of Discovery A Journey That Will Teach Him About Life, Death, And The Transforming Power Of Love It Is A Journey That Will Resonate In The Mind Of Readers Long After The Book Is Done When we read Margaret Craven s brilliant and evocative I Heard the Owl Call My Name in junior high and I would consider I Heard the Owl Call my Name while not perhaps suitable for young readers, definitely both appropriate and fitting for anyone above the age of twelve or so , I just and mainly enjoyed and appreciated the author s narrative as a heart warming and in many ways heart wrenching reading experience both sweet and sad at the same time, with a text that has the power to envelop, to make one think, to make one laugh and also, and finally, to make one cry, but with tears that are nevertheless and all the same cleansing, healing and optimistic Rereading this novel as an adult and for the first time in decades, and as an increasingly critical peruser who has recently become painfully aware of the fact that there has been and continues to be rather much patronising stereotyping and cultural appropriation with regard to Native American and Native Canadian culture, lore and thematics, and this is especially and even seemingly regularly the case with regard to literature for children and young adults penned by authors who are NOT of aboriginal, not of Native American or Canadian background, I have now and with increasing pleasure realised just how special and in many ways avant guarde Margaret Craven s writing in I Heard the Owl Call my Name truly is For the author has definitely and with grace, beauty and above all truth portrayed the lives of a people, not her own with that I mean, not of her own ethnic and cultural background When Mark Brian a young vicar who is dying but unaware of this fact is sent by his bishop who has been informed of Mark s condition by the doctor but has chosen not to let Mark know to minister to the Kwakiutl village of Quee which the whites have named Kingcome , he encounters beauty, tradition and ceremony and a generation of young men and women who have become both alienated and increasingly suspicious And it is here, it is in Quee that Mark learns how to both live and die with compassion, understanding and commitment he was sent to minister to the residents of Quee, but it is actually the other way around, in so far that is is they who minister to Mark, who teach him and prepare him for both life and death A book of great beauty, with a simple, but never simplistic, spare and entrancing writing style, I Heard the Owl Call my Name has much to tell, much to teach, and without moralising, without polemic Now while the main plot line of I Heard the Owl Call my Name is of course Mark Brian s journey to greater understanding and being prepared for not only the act of living but also of dying, Margaret Craven s narrative clearly always or at least mostly sympathises with the villagers With a great deal of humour she describes how the villagers take their own small revenge on an individual they at first consider nothing but an intruder by feeding him foods they know he does not really like like mashed turnips , and at least in the beginning continuously gossip about Mark s looks, his refined manners and that he will likely not be adept at either hunting or fishing And while Mark in the end turns out to be the very opposite of an intruder that he both becomes part of the village and actually even dies as a villager, as an accepted inhabitant and resident of Quee , Craven clearly and succinctly demonstrates that the villagers original suspicions of Mark and their negative attitudes towards him are than well founded from painful past experiences with non Native Canadian, non Aboriginal individuals, such as the British anthropologist who insists on calling the people of Quee Quackadoodles to the local teacher who despises them for being Native Canadian and who only accepted the posting because of the isolation pay being offered At the end of the novel, at the end of I Heard the Owl Call my Name, both Mark and the villagers have in many ways become one, have become joined and after his death, the villagers regard him as one of their own and they lay him to rest in the village that has become Mark s home and the villagers his tribe, his people Highly recommended This was required reading in middle school I loved it at the time, although I know now that this does not tell a complete story of Canada s and the church s abysmal treatment of Native Indians The young Anglican vicar s death at the end of the story was very moving, and I suspect it taught us young readers to have of a reverence for the here and now, and for life in general I will never forget the advice Mark gave to some young students who were going to be integrated into a non native school essentially, it was be good at sports, join in activities and clubs I remember thinking at the time so being yourself is not enough But I got the message A truly beautiful and moving story. Such a pleasure to find this So many books I no longer own due to moving, life etc I think this one passed to my mother because I remember her saying how much she like it too. This is one of the most powerful novels of the First Nations people I have ever read The natives of Kingcome, where the novel is set, agree with this assessment Surprisingly, it was written by a female American journalist who spent only 5 weeks living in Kingcome Her imagination was captured by a report about Eric Powell, an Anglican priest who was sent to teach the natives in Kingcome but, by his own report, instead learned much from them about the peace that their culture brings to them and could bring to him Eric Powell still lives in the Islands, and has contributed his recipe for Apricot and Lemon Grass stuffed Salmon to the BC Salmon Fisheries cookbook Which is a fun little tidbit to have I found the topics discussed to be all too simplified The themes are life, death and friendship as well as how modern life is a threat to the traditions and culture of the First Nation people in Canada Through the author s writing I did not perceive the beauty of the land Nature writing is a theme I enjoy, but I personally didn t find it here The language is flat.A character in the book is to die, and the way this is treated is not direct enough for me Heap on the problems Don t give me the solution that I will figure out myself Religion is presented in a balanced manner The audiobook narration is not hard to follow, but I would have preferred less theatrics in the telling I didn t particularly enjoy the sing song tone I quite simply was not the right reader for this book I don t want life simplified I prefer being shown life s complexities I am not looking for easy answers, and that is how they are drawn in this book Maybe, for a young adult, the book can be used as a lesson for living. Updated 22 July 2013Well, I ve reread this book that I first read so many years ago and I do believe, well perhaps there were one or two other books in the past that have had the same effect on me, that this is the first book that has left me with a lump in my throat and tears in my eyes when I finished it I went to bed and finally reread the end and thought my.what an incredible wonderful work This is such a simple story but it shines through with all the wonders of our life on this magnificent planet of ours I live in the western world, admittedly slightly quieter here in rusticana in south west France after working in bustling London, but the goodness that flows from this book is rather touching.Kingcome the native Amercans who still live there, call it Quee is situated in the remote Northest Pacific, and purely reading about it makes one immediately want to become a nun or a priest and follow on a spiritual pursuit of life I even started thinking back to the days when I was mad about Buddhism and dreamed of going to Lhasa, in Tibet s forbidden city as the French explorer, Alexandra David Neel had done on her 1923 expedition there.The first paragraph of this work sets the scene for the young vicar, Mark Brian, who is unaware that he only has a few years to live before he is sent to Kingcome The doctor said to the Bishop, So you can see, lord, your young ordinand can live no than three years and doesn t know it Will you tell him, and what will you do with him The Bishop said to the doctor, Yes, I ll tell him but not yet..How much time has he for an active life A little less than two years if he s lucky So short a time to learn so much It leaves me no choice I shall send him to my hardest parish I shall send him to Kingcome on patrol of the Indian villages Then I hope you ll pray for him, my lord But the bishop only answered gently that it was where he would wish to go if he were young again and in the ordinand s place Kingcome is a Christian village, with its church and vicarage but it also lives and thrives with its fundamental beliefs, myths, totems, winds and rains The village is in fact the salmon that comes up the river to spawn the village is the talking bird, the owl, who calls the name of the man who is going to die, and the silver tipped grizzly who ambles into the village I believe that Mark was fated to go to this village in search of his own destiny He learns all about the Indian culture and slowly but surely he is accepted into their life style He never asks for their help but because he is who he is, the villagers end up loving him Mark had that essential element that many people lack, that of goodness but he also had the quality of laugher and that always goes down well anywhere in the world, as long as you are laughing with someone and not at them.The book is full of wonderful sentences To me one of the most touching was when the Bishop is discussing Kingcome with Mark before his departure This is the village If you go there, from the time you tie up at the float in the inlet, the village is you But there is one thing you must understand They will not thank you Even if you should leave a broken man, they will not thank you There is no word for thank you in Kw kwala Yes, that may be correct but tacitly Mark was indeed thanked by the villagers He had soon learned from his initial arrival that he should step back from their customs until they accepted him and gradually they did.I loved the villagers, especially Jim who proved to be a true friend when he met the vicar and took him by boat to the village The difficulty in getting the organ from the boat onto the canoes that they had lashed together was indeed a feat Old Marta, the matriarch of the village was a character, and how she responded in a quite different way to what Mark had expected her to say when he told her that he had heard the owl call his name.The difficulties of living in a vicarage that was slowly collapsing funerals that he assisted at the professional mourners , who took it in turns wailing when someone died The discontinuation of the old funerals where the dead were buried up in the trees known as the grave trees now that was a splendid idea the young Indians leaving the village to go and live in the Western civilization but also to obtain the education that it provided Mark s awareness that he was a guest here at the beginning but gradually becoming an essential part of their sadness through death and floods but joy in their dancing, continual hope and laughter.The ending was not at all what I had expected I had, of course, known that the vicar would die, as he was slowly becoming weaker and weaker, but then something quite extraordinary and macabre happened.This is one of those remarkable, not to be forgotten, books that I m so glad I have I was so delighted to see this on Goodreads this morning My brother Ken, who lives in Kamloops, Canada, let me read this when I was staying with him my it must have been twenty years ago, and I loved it The actual title says it all and I m going to purchase a copy of this and re read it.I couldn t resist adding part of a review that I read on this morning With stunning narrative, the plot revolves around a young dying vicar, Mark Brian, who went to an Indian village called Kingcome in the Pacific Northwest completing his last mission though he did not know he only had three years to live He had to overcome many great difficulties in order to help and convert these proud, Kwakiutl native people, for the old ones were unreligious while the young ones had little respects toward the old people and the old way of life His first problem was trying to be accepted into this struggling primitive community, which was starting to be swallowed into white man s world Then he had to help preserve the old culture of totems and salmons from being replaced by a new culture of alcoholism and residential schools In the end he did succeed in earning respect and trust, maybe even love, of the people, but, most of all, he learnt a most valuable lesson the acceptence of death, life and submission, as quoted by the author.I would love to read reviews of other Goodreads readers too This is a stunning book and a must for those on a spiritual journey, as I am. Always when I leave the village, the Bishop said slowly, I try to define what it means to me, why it sends me back to the world refreshed and confident Always I fail It is so simple, it is difficult When I try to put it in to words, it comes out one of those unctuous, over pious platitudes at which bishops are expected to excel They both laughed But when I reach here and see the great scar where the inlet side shows its bones, for a moment I know What, my lord That for me it has always been easier here, where only the fundamentals count, to learn what every man must learn in this world And that, my lord Enough of the meaning of life to be ready to die,p.140.That or less sums up this wonderful little book within the first couple of pages we are told that the Bishop knows that one of his priests, a young ordinand, is going to die of a terminal illness the priest by the way does not know and does not realise the significance of what people have been saying to him or how they have been looking at him, until he hears the owl call his name as per the title and so sends him to the remote parish of Kingcome in British Columbia to prepare him spiritually for his end.God knows I am not a Christian nor even a believer, but all the same I was stung feeling the poignancy as I reached the end of the story, one of the characters blamed sea water in my eyes, I had got sun cream into my own.There is a unity of form of subject the story seems to be told in the manner of one of the oral tales of the Dzawa da enux w tribe Kwakwaka wakw nation , it is laconic and centres on actions The life of a Priest even in British Columbia is not exactly fast paced, so the story unfolds into a different sense of time, it must be set in the mid 1960s it was first published in 1968 but despite the changing seasons most of which seem to be different kinds of rainy season and the round of the school year much of the noise of the human world is stilled so that eventually having observed the life cycle of the salmon the priest is able to hear the owl call his name, not in despair or in joy, but simply to recognise it for what it is.The people of the parish are wary of the priest, a story in this book is how they grow to accept each other, priest and people, it is not clear if they are Christians or if Christianity is another aspect to their traditional beliefs, towards the end many of the church goers are described as agnostics and atheists but they still go to church, which possibly is a very Anglican Episcoplian thing to to do.A great book, the best I have read for a while.