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One Thousand White Women: The Journals of May Dodd

This novel is a fictional account of May Dodd's journey to the American frontier, where she becomes part of a government initiative to marry Native American men. The narrative is structured around her diary entries, offering insights into the cultural exchanges and personal challenges she faces during her time on the frontier. more

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Jim Fergus
Jim Fergus

Jim Fergus, born in 1950, is an American author known for his historical novels. His works combine historical events with fictional characters, creating captivating stories. Fergus's novels are characterized by their deep historical background and rich cultural connotations. more

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“How many times have I gone back to the border of memory and peered into the darkness beyond? But it is not only memories that hover on the border. There are all sorts of phantasmagoria that inhabit that realm. The nightmares of a lonely child. Fairy tales appropriated by a mind hungry for a story. The fantasies of an imaginative little girl anxious to explain to herself the inexplicable. Whatever story I may have discovered on the frontier of forgetting, I do not pretend to myself that is the truth.”

“She sat there reading; cool, calm and collected. "You could ruin his life with that information," her friend reported triumphantly. The woman sighed, clearly annoyed at being interrupted. "If I did he would never forget me," she replied. "Besides...I don't care enough about his life to concern myself with what he does with it as long as he doesn't concern himself with thoughts of me." Her friend furrowed her brows. "Why?" she asked. The woman set her book down, leaned forward provocatively and said, "Because then I'd have to think of him too.”

“When a memory fails to appear, it seems as though the time when it was created did not really exist, and maybe that is true. Time itself is nothing; only the experience of it is something. When that dies, it assumes the form of a denial, the symbol of mortality, what you have already lost before you lose everything. When his friend had said something similar to his father, his response had been, "If you had to retain everything, you’d explode. There’s simply not enough space for it all. Forgetting is like medicine; you have to take it at the right time.”