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Silko, Leslie, 1948
The turquoise ledge / Leslie Marmon Silko.
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ISBN: 978-1-101-46458-8
1. Silko, Leslie, 19482. Women authors20th centuryBiography. 3. Authors, American20th centuryBiography. I. Title.
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To Mei Berssenbrugge,
and to Linda Niemann,
wonderful writers and much-loved friends;
and to Bill Orzen
Old flames burn brightest.
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
Many thanks to Simon J. Ortiz, great poet and guest editor, and to all the people at The Kenyon Review for the lovely color images of Lord Chapulin and the story of his portrait in the special issue devoted to work by North American Indigenous Authors, Winter 2010.
Mil gracias to the Matias family, Teresa, Alfonso, and their sons, and to the wonderful staff at Teresas Mosaic Cafe who fed me while I worked on this book. Their red chile chicken enchiladas and cadillac margaritas were essential to the writing of this book.
CONTENTS
PART ONE
Ancestors
PART TWO
Rattlesnakes
PART THREE
Star Beings
PART FOUR
Turquoise
PART FIVE
Lord Chapulin
The Turquoise Ledge
PREFACE
I was born in 1948, the year of the supernova in the Mixed Spiral galaxy. My friend Joy Harjo, poet and astrologer, charted a triple triune for the afternoon of March 5, 1948 in Albuquerque, but dark planets rule my First House.
1948 is the Year of the Rat. We rats seldom make lasting friendships. We let the correspondence lapse and dont return phone calls.
A great deal of what I call memories are bits and pieces I recall vividly; but the process we call memory, even recent memory, involves imagination. We learn to ignore the discrepancies between our memory of an event and a sisters memory. We cant be certain of anything.
Fortunately my subconscious remembers everything I need. Whatever I cant recall, later comes back to me as I write fiction. I make myself a fictional character so I can write about myself. Only a few proper names are included because it wasnt my intention to write about others but instead to construct a self-portrait.
PART ONE
Ancestors
CHAPTER 1
M y friend Bill Orzen taught me to speed walk on flat ground in town, but I prefer the hills to the city, so I adapted the speed walk to the steep rough terrain. The walks took me back into the Tucson Mountains to the old trails where I rode my horses thirty years ago when I first moved here. The trails are narrow footpaths made by the ancient tribal people who lived in the Tucson Mountains for thousands of years; later on prospectors used the old trails and made new trails to their mining claims.
The trail I took on my walks passed the Thunderbird and Gila Monster minesold diggingsthey were never actual minesthe former is a shallow cave in the hillside and the other is a twenty foot vertical shaft where two big white barn owls live and once emerged as I rode by on horsebacktruly startling and astonishing.
On foot I can see the ant palaces, some in solid rock, others with starburst circles of stones theyve mined and somehow moved up from below. The star pattern reminded me of the Star Being images incised into sandstone thousands of years ago.
Eventually the trail descends and crosses the big arroyo and continues; but here I turn and follow the big arroyo back home. The sandy bottom of the arroyo is criss-crossed with bird and animal tracks that make the trail that humans have used for thousands of years. In rough steep terrain arroyos may provide the only access to an area so the arroyos are rights of way for wildlife and humans on foot.
At first I didnt pay much attention to the stones in the arroyo because I was focused on my walkingI was new to the notion of a speed walk through the desert. In the arroyo the deep drifts of fine white sand had a gravity of their own that sucked my feet down. So in those early months of learning how to walk over rough desert terrain at a fast pace I had all I could do to keep moving. I wasnt thinking about rocks in the arroyo.
I learned not to lift my feet in and out of the deep sand but instead to slide my feet through the top layer of sand very rapidly, to shuffle them back and forth so they wouldnt have a chance to sink farther into the deep sand.
Slowly it got easier and I started to notice the pebbles and rocks in the fine white sand, and the animal tracks and signs of coyote and bobcat in the arroyo. I began to find small rocks and pebbles streaked with turquoise. Over the years Id picked up some of these turquoise rocks but I wasnt as interested in the stones as I am now. I needed almost daily contact with the turquoise rocks on my walks to develop my interest.