By Sherman Alexie
irregular paychecks, hope, fear and government surplus food.
loved my father with an aching devotion, I decided to love books as well.
I can remember picking up my father’s books before I could read. The words
paragraph but still had genetics and common experiences to link us. Now, using this logic, I can see my changed family as an essay of seven paragraphs: mother, father, older brother, the deceased sister, my younger twin sisters and our adopted little brother.
At the same time I was seeing the world in paragraphs, I also picked up that Superman comic book. Each panel, complete with picture, dialogue and narrative was a three-dimensional paragraph. In one panel, Superman breaks through a door. His suit is red, blue and yellow. The brown door shatters into many pieces. I look at the narrative above the picture. I cannot read the words, but I assume it tells me that “Superman is breaking down the door.” Aloud, I pretend to read the words and say, “Superman isbreaking down the door.” Words, dialogue, also float out of Superman’s mouth. Because he is breaking down the door, I assume he says, “I am breaking down the door.” Once again, I pretend to read the words and say aloud, “I am breaking down the door” In this way, I learned to read.
This might be an interesting story all by itself. A little Indian boy teaches himself
A smart Indian is a dangerous person, widely feared and ridiculed by Indians and
I refused to fail. I was smart. I was arrogant. I was lucky. I read books late into
Despite all the books I read, I am still surprised I became a writer. I was going to be a pediatrician. These days, I write novels, short stories, and poems. I visit schools
lucky. I am trying to save our lives.
Los Angeles Times “The Joy of Reading and Writing” 1998