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Though Rough Around The Edges, Ron Querry's 'Bad Medicine' Is Full Of Engaging Information About The Hopi And Navajo.
By Christine Wald-Hopkins
Bad Medicine, by Ron Querry (Bantam Books). Cloth,
$23.95.
A RON QUERRY character tells a reservation joke for a little comic
relief before a blonde archeologist drowns in her own fluids:
The statisticians, he says, have a done a census. They determined
that the typical Navajo family consists of six-and-a-half members:
Father, mother, three and one-half children, and the resident
anthropologist who's there studying them.
Substitute "archeologist" for "anthropologist,"
and you don't feel so bad about the blonde buying it. Substitute
"writer" for either, and you have a picture of what
the rezes might look like these days.
Novelist Tony Hillerman was among the first to open up the Four
Corners region, ushering in an onslaught of some of the best and
worst popular fiction in the intervening years. Bad Medicine
is indeed another Southwestern novel, but it comes with a sort
of BIA seal of approval: Querry is part Choctaw, and he has a
Ph.D. in American Studies from the University of New Mexico. He
brings culture to the outfit.
Bad Medicine is a low-impact science mystery novel about
the hantavirus outbreak on the Navajo Reservation in the summer
of 1993. It's low-impact because we already know what the scientists
are trying to discover: that what's killing people is carried
in rodent droppings. It's still a mystery because Querry mixes
a little native medicine and the supernatural in with human predators
and Western medical practice.
As the book opens, Dr. Push (short for Pushmataha) Foster, fresh
from residency and willing to pay back the government for med
school costs, arrives in the Four Corners area to serve a two-year
Public Health Service stint. He's just in time to witness the
galloping respiratory failure of a young Navajo mother. A removed-from-his-roots,
mixed-blood Choctaw, Push had tried to prepare himself for this
tribe--memorizing phrases in Navajo, learning good manners--but
he's not ready for the culture shock unleashed by the death of
this girl, and the resulting nightmare it evokes. He hooks up
with Anglo-raised Navajo doctor Sonny Brokeshoulder, an old college
friend who heads the Health and Human Services Agency for the
Navajo nation, and they set out to hunt down the disease.
Meanwhile, a Navajo medicine man named Silas Slowtalker and
the Hopi Elder Clifford Lomaquaptewa are also at work. They attribute
the epidemic to a skewing of the balance between man and nature.
Slowtalker's sinister spin on this theory, combined with a very
real profit-seeking Anglo intent on stealing a sacred artifact
from the Hopi dead, and it becomes apparent that there's more
than one threat at large on the reservation. And I haven't even
mentioned the presence of Warrior Woman, who 200 years ago sacrificed
her own life in a leap off a cliff with a Spanish soldier in tow.
Besides the exotic attraction of the regional geography (the
breathtaking vistas of the Four Corners' towering red monoliths,
wide open skies, and adobe mesa villages inhabited for hundreds
of years against the backdrop of the San Francisco Peaks, or Nuvatukyaovi,
80 miles southwest), it also offers two distinct, intact tribal
cultures. A significant strength of Bad Medicine is its
cultural component: It's informative without invading privacy
or revealing secrets.
Querry provides a detailed map of the reservations, calling villages,
canyons and caves by their English and native names. The notion
of Flagstaff as a "border town" is appealing, nestled
in the shadows of the Nuvatukyaovi. The Ft. Wingate Army
Depot is actually called Shash bitoo, or "Massacre
Cave," where Spanish soldiers murdered Navajo women, children
and old men in 1805. Sounds better as Adah Aho doo nili,
or "Two Fell Off."
Querry introduces readers to other cultural practices and insights
that might be unfamiliar, such as the difference between a "hand-trembler"
and a "singer" in traditional Navajo medicine: the former
diagnoses; the latter cures.
The Navajo are concerned with the metaphysical causes of disease:
loss of the soul, spiritual possession, a foreign object in the
body, breaking taboos, and most pernicious of all, witchery. And
here's a good reason not to kick your dog: Tradition has it that
your best dog should be buried with you. There's a big chasm you
need to cross over on your journey after death. A log stretches
across it, but it's unsteady. If you've been good to your dog,
he'll repay you by steadying the log with his teeth.
Personally, I can't get enough of this stuff, but this isn't
exactly a perfect novel. Its shifting point of view makes the
reader more intimate with characters' perspectives than is either
desirable or necessary, and it erodes the legitimacy of the narrator.
And while principal characters are sympathetic and memorable,
third-tier characters border on cartoonish: to wit, the New Agers
in their decorated vans, with dirty children and vacant stares;
and the dozen hanta-fighting feds who converge on one hapless
Navajo trailer in space suits. (Querry has one bemused old Navajo
pull up a folding chair to watch, and comment, "Ehh Teh,"
the pronunciation for "E.T."). And he tests the limits
of credibility with a foray into the native supernatural.
But let there be no mistake: Bad Medicine is entertaining
reading. It handily passed the rigorous jury duty test: It's engaging
enough to hold one's attention in the gum-snapping, cell-phone
yapping jury pool. It'll be a good summer read, too. Just don't
get too excited about the Four Corners. Best to enjoy it from
a distance. Preferably through books. Those who arrived before
the novelists don't need any other bilagaana types ruining
their native experience. Anyway, you know what they're saying
about El Niño and the hantavirus....
Ron Querry signs and discusses Bad Medicine
from 4 to 6 p.m. Monday, April 20, at Clues Unlimited,
123 S. Eastbourne; and from 7 to 8:30 p.m. Tuesday, April 21,
at The Book Mark, 5001 E. Speedway. Call 326-8533
or 881-6350 for information.
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