The thought strikes US in putting together this page, if you'd like Win to stop by on his upcoming book tour, let us know.

In September, 2005, Win and Meredith will hit road for his new novel, DANCING WITH THE GOLDEN BEAR, and for her new mystery, THE RED-HOT EMPRESS. When the time gets close, check the "Where's Win today?" page for where they are. If your book dealer wants them to stop in, they'll do what they can to be there.


     Please say whatever you'd like to say. If Win needs to answer a question he will. If you just want to make a comment, go ahead.

We'd like to get a dialog going with all of the visitors to What makes a good book? What are you looking for in a satifying read? What's pissin' you off? What's turning you on? All of that and more. After all, Meredith and Win live in a remote corner of the Canyonlands and don't get to talk with folks that often.


      Here's a thought of Win's you may want to take issue with, or to support:

It's almost scriptural in our culture now that white authors shouldn't write about Indian people. The same attitude is applied, perhaps with less heat, to writing about black, brown, and yellow people.

I don't agree. I myself am not simply white--I'm a mixture of Cherokee, Welsh, and Irish. My Cherokee ancestors were removed to Indian Territory in the 1830s along what later became notorious as The Trail of Tears. Since we're light-skinned (like many Cherokees then and now), the family passed as white for about a century. But I claim no authority to speak as a Cherokee, seek no reputation as a Cherokee writer.

When I write about Indian people, it's because I'm powerfully drawn to their (our) stories. I strive with all my heart and soul to tell the truth. What truth I know comes from long, deep acquaintance with human being in general and Indians in particular, thousands of hours of reading, long times spent walking and riding the West, intimacy with the sweat lodge, the sun dance, the vision quest, and other ceremonies, and from the awareness I've gained as a Pipe carrier myself.. None of that came to me by blood.

For me the reward of writing is entering into other people's minds and spirits and experiencing the world as they do. To know in that way, to expand my consciousness thus, and (since I'm a writer) to communicate what I see to the world. I will write a rock musician who throws away his world, moves to the rez, and marries a Navajo woman; or a Jewish lawyer who comes from New York to Cajun country to work as a public defender; or the difficulties of an interracial marriage in contemporary Brooklyn. I believe it is within the province of the novelist, and perhaps is his special obligation, to do the work and have the generosity of mind to enter into each of these characters and tell their stories. This is what it means to be a storyteller.

It works because, fundamentally, because what we have in common--old, young, man, woman, black, white, red, brown, yellow--is so much larger and stronger than whatever tries to divide us. We are human beings walking this planet, participating in all the joys and sorrows of life.

It's time to put down the idea that people of one color cannot write about another. That's a well-intentioned residue of racism, now outdated. Let every man or woman with a good heart tell the truth he sees. Whose stories will turn out best, that's for the gods to decide.

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