An Indian Winter

Relates the experiences of a German prince, his servant, and a young Swiss artist as they traveled through the Missouri River Valley in 1833 learning about the territory and its inhabitants and recording their impressions in words and pictures.

An Indian Winter, or with the Indians in the Rockies is fiction but based on a true story. It describes the experiences of two men stranded in the Rockies during winter with little supplies.

A queer writer travelling through India can't escape the regrets of his past, nor the impending ruin of his present. "I am leaving for the winter – I have to get away from this small town and all its dangers – to write, read, think, all the most important things in the world but which are thought the least important, the most expendable." Thus begins the Indian winter of our narrator, a queer writer and translator much like the author, a winter that includes a meandering journey through India, trying to write about a long-ago lover whose death he has just learned of. While on this journey into memory, he flees his current faltering relationship in search of new friendships and intimacies. Inspired by Antonio Tabucchi's Indian Nocturne, and by the writings of Anaïs Nin, Rachel Cusk, and Carole Maso, among others, Indian Winter finds itself where the travel diary, the künstlerroman, poetry, and autofiction meet. But the heartbreak brought on by his unravelling relationship and his family's inability to accept his queerness cannot be outrun; as he traverses India, our narrator can't help but repeatedly encounter himself and the range of love and alienation he has within.

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1912 edition. Excerpt: ... saw no possible way for us to get food. When I said as much to Pitamakan, he laughed. "Take courage; don't be an afraid person," he said. "Say to yourself, 'I am not hungry, ' and keep saying it, and soon it will be the truth to you. But we will not fast very long. Why, if it were necessary, I would get meat for us this very night." I stared at him. The expression of his eyes was sane enough. I fancied that there was even a twinkle of amusement in them. If he was making a joke, although a sorry one, I could stand it; but if he really meant what he said, then there could be no doubt but that his mind wandered. "Lie down and sleep," I said. "You have worked harder than I, and sleep will do you good. I will keep the fire going." At that he laughed, a clear, low laugh of amusement that was good to hear. "Oh, I meant what I said. I am not crazy. Now think hard. Is there any possible way for us to get food this night?" "Of course there is n't," I replied, after a moment's reflection. "Don't joke about the bad fix we are in; that may make it all the worse for us." He looked at me pityingly. "Ah, you are no different from the rest of the whites. True, they are far wiser than we Lone People. But take away from them the things their powerful medicine has taught them how to make, guns and powder and ball, fire steels and sticks, knives and clothes and blankets of hair, take from them these things and they perish. Yes, they die where we should live, and live comfortably." I felt that there was much truth in what he said. I doubted if any of the company's men, even the most experienced of them, would have been able to make a fire had they been stripped of everything that they possessed. But his other statement, that if necessary he could get food for...

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Excerpt from Sunny Memories of an Indian Winter Much has been written about India, and by some masters Of their craft, but the field is vast and the land one Of many phases. Much remains yet to be written; and probably no two pair Of eyes will View it with the same Vision. As for the following pages, they claim but to be some records Of one Of the sunniest seasons Of the writer's life, and are reminiscent Of that Indian winter, the retrospect Of which is writ large and in letters Of gold on the tablets Of her memory. In a country where an atmosphere Of beauty, natural and artistic, is all-pervading. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.