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The Only Good Indians
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Nominee for Best Horror (2020)The creeping horror of Paul Tremblay meets Tommy Orange’s There There in a dark novel of revenge, cultural identity, and the cost of breaking from tradition in this latest novel from the Jordan Peele of horror literature, Stephen Graham Jones.
Seamlessly blending classic horror and a dramatic narrative with sharp social commentary, The Only Good Indians follows four American Indian men after a disturbing event from their youth puts them in a desperate struggle for their lives. Tracked by an entity bent on revenge, these childhood friends are helpless as the culture and traditions they left behind catch up to them in a violent, vengeful way.
Seamlessly blending classic horror and a dramatic narrative with sharp social commentary, The Only Good Indians follows four American Indian men after a disturbing event from their youth puts them in a desperate struggle for their lives. Tracked by an entity bent on revenge, these childhood friends are helpless as the culture and traditions they left behind catch up to them in a violent, vengeful way.
305 pages, Hardcover
First published July 14, 2020
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Stephen Graham Jones
223 books9,728 followersStephen Graham Jones is the NYT bestselling author of thirty or thirty-five books. He really likes werewolves and slashers. Favorite novels change daily, but Valis and Love Medicine and Lonesome Dove and It and The Things They Carried are all usually up there somewhere. Stephen lives in Boulder, Colorado. It's a big change from the West Texas he grew up in.
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July 10, 2022
Another book hit me on the face and gave me complex feelings: I liked it but I also disliked it as well. I hate to be decisive and stay in the middle. I also hate grey. I liked to choose between black and white. So let’s rephrase how this book confused the hell of me!
Firstly this is fresh, inventive, unique, different story and seeing Native American representation always picks my interest because I love to learn more about different traditions, cultures and original, remarkable perspectives. We have so many vivid ingredients in the sea of literature and we need to discover them more by reading those talented, brilliant authors works and help them raise their voices, share their opinions.
So this book made me so excited, especially reading the blurb tells us this is crossover of Paul Tremblay books and There There. And after reading bizarre opening with the incident at the elk hunt, I was captivated and I thought that was it, I was reading something heart pounding, mind bending!
But after that, I slowly drifted apart from the story. I found the pace a little slow and the way of story -telling distracted my concentration. But there are also too many elements still held my attention. The plot about cursed four friends who committed crime at the beginning of the book are threatened by some supernatural identity gave me so much creeps! As a die-hard fan of action packed revenge stories, I kept going and at some parts I jumped off my seat, screamed and checked my back to make sure nobody was sneakily approaching behind me (This kind of stories turned you into a paranoid!) and the ending is also satisfyingly impactful touch!
But I have to admit, it was struggling and compelling reading and I had some trouble with the language and progression of the story. It reminded me of Nic Pizzolatto’s dark, slow-burn, eerie, heart shattering writing style more than Jordan Peele’s horror movies.
So I gave 3.25 stars! But I liked the idea and I appreciated author’s efforts to bring out something fresh, controversial, spooky to the literature jungle by getting the readers’ full attention. I love to read his other works in near future.
I wish I would enjoy this book more than this and because trying something brand new always force you to be brave and take more risks. And I always support those authors who are really brave enough to bring different tastes, stunning shocking, twisty stories. I wish I could focus more but it was dragging and struggling reading journey for me.
Special thanks to NetGalley and Gallery/Saga Press for this ARC COPY in exchange my honest review. Thanks to Stephen Graham Jones for his original work to help the readers experience a brand new journey!
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Firstly this is fresh, inventive, unique, different story and seeing Native American representation always picks my interest because I love to learn more about different traditions, cultures and original, remarkable perspectives. We have so many vivid ingredients in the sea of literature and we need to discover them more by reading those talented, brilliant authors works and help them raise their voices, share their opinions.
So this book made me so excited, especially reading the blurb tells us this is crossover of Paul Tremblay books and There There. And after reading bizarre opening with the incident at the elk hunt, I was captivated and I thought that was it, I was reading something heart pounding, mind bending!
But after that, I slowly drifted apart from the story. I found the pace a little slow and the way of story -telling distracted my concentration. But there are also too many elements still held my attention. The plot about cursed four friends who committed crime at the beginning of the book are threatened by some supernatural identity gave me so much creeps! As a die-hard fan of action packed revenge stories, I kept going and at some parts I jumped off my seat, screamed and checked my back to make sure nobody was sneakily approaching behind me (This kind of stories turned you into a paranoid!) and the ending is also satisfyingly impactful touch!
But I have to admit, it was struggling and compelling reading and I had some trouble with the language and progression of the story. It reminded me of Nic Pizzolatto’s dark, slow-burn, eerie, heart shattering writing style more than Jordan Peele’s horror movies.
So I gave 3.25 stars! But I liked the idea and I appreciated author’s efforts to bring out something fresh, controversial, spooky to the literature jungle by getting the readers’ full attention. I love to read his other works in near future.
I wish I would enjoy this book more than this and because trying something brand new always force you to be brave and take more risks. And I always support those authors who are really brave enough to bring different tastes, stunning shocking, twisty stories. I wish I could focus more but it was dragging and struggling reading journey for me.
Special thanks to NetGalley and Gallery/Saga Press for this ARC COPY in exchange my honest review. Thanks to Stephen Graham Jones for his original work to help the readers experience a brand new journey!
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July 12, 2022
I actually think this book is the first 2020 horror release that met my expectations and I am THRILLED about it!
February 3, 2024
The Only Good Indians is a brutal, haunting and visceral piece of Horror fiction. Luckily, that's exactly how I like it.
On the last day of hunting season, Lewis, Ricky, Gabe and Cass, young Blackfeet men, do something they will ultimately regret.
They knew it was wrong, they felt it at the time, but spurred on by each other and the adrenaline of the hunt, they went against their better judgement.
Close to the 10-year anniversary of that event, which came to be known amongst the friends as the Thanksgiving Classic, Lewis, now living far from the Reservation, begins to be haunted by images of that day.
When a new colleague, a Crow woman, reaches out to him and a friendship begins, Lewis confides in her, thinking perhaps due to her heritage, she'll understand what he's going through.
From there, shit hits the proverbial haunted ceiling fan pretty quickly.
This is my first novel by Stephen Graham Jones and to say I was impressed would be putting it mildly.
His writing has such texture and grit. Often I feel like you can wait for a novel to take it all the way and it never does. This one goes the distance.
It is bloody, brutal, fast-paced, genuine and horrifying. The nature of the storytelling feels so traditional, whilst also being cutting edge.
The only issue I had while reading it, which is completely a personal taste issue and nothing to do with the quality of the writing or story, was a lot of the animal content was hard for me to make it through.
Particularly the related scenes. I acknowledge this is 100% a personal taste issue, I still rate books based upon my reading experience.
With this being said, I will mention that I do not think in anyway that the author added those scenes recklessly. They definitely served a purpose in the narrative.
Overall, I think this is a purposeful, creative and engaging Horror story. I will absolutely be picking up anything else SGJ writes.
Thank you so much to the publisher, Gallery / Saga Press, for providing me with a copy of this to read and review.
It will haunt me for a long time to come!
On the last day of hunting season, Lewis, Ricky, Gabe and Cass, young Blackfeet men, do something they will ultimately regret.
They knew it was wrong, they felt it at the time, but spurred on by each other and the adrenaline of the hunt, they went against their better judgement.
Close to the 10-year anniversary of that event, which came to be known amongst the friends as the Thanksgiving Classic, Lewis, now living far from the Reservation, begins to be haunted by images of that day.
When a new colleague, a Crow woman, reaches out to him and a friendship begins, Lewis confides in her, thinking perhaps due to her heritage, she'll understand what he's going through.
From there, shit hits the proverbial haunted ceiling fan pretty quickly.
This is my first novel by Stephen Graham Jones and to say I was impressed would be putting it mildly.
His writing has such texture and grit. Often I feel like you can wait for a novel to take it all the way and it never does. This one goes the distance.
It is bloody, brutal, fast-paced, genuine and horrifying. The nature of the storytelling feels so traditional, whilst also being cutting edge.
The only issue I had while reading it, which is completely a personal taste issue and nothing to do with the quality of the writing or story, was a lot of the animal content was hard for me to make it through.
Particularly the related scenes. I acknowledge this is 100% a personal taste issue, I still rate books based upon my reading experience.
With this being said, I will mention that I do not think in anyway that the author added those scenes recklessly. They definitely served a purpose in the narrative.
Overall, I think this is a purposeful, creative and engaging Horror story. I will absolutely be picking up anything else SGJ writes.
Thank you so much to the publisher, Gallery / Saga Press, for providing me with a copy of this to read and review.
It will haunt me for a long time to come!
October 30, 2022
Comanche Chief Tosawi reputedly told [Union General Philip] Sheridan in 1869, "Tosawi, good Indian," to which Sheridan supposedly replied, "The only good Indians I ever saw were dead." - Wikipedia----------------------------------------
Payback’s a bitch, with antlers.You hide in the herd. You wait. And you never forget.
Lewis, a Blackfeet, has lived off the rez for a long time. In his 30s, he’s a postal worker, with a beautiful, athletic wife, Peta, friends, a home, a life. An intermittent spotlight seems to be popping on in the house and shining on their mantel. He climbs a tall ladder to check it out and sees on his living room floor the carcass of an elk doe he had killed ten years ago. He still has her hide. Losing his balance, Lewis is plunging straight toward a likely death by skull intersecting brick, when Peta saves the day, tackling him out of harm’s way at the last second. It was not the first close encounter suffered by the crew of childhood friends who had gone out hunting elk where they had no right. His late friend Ricky had already received a very harsh and pointed reception from a large dark elk in the parking lot of a bar.
Stephen Graham jones - Image from Fiction Unbound
There were two other guys on that hunt, one in which they killed more elk than they could ever use, Gabriel Cross Guns and Cassidy. After following Lewis for a while, we track these men. Something else is tracking them, too. There was a particular element of that epic kill that created a monster, and vengeance is sought. I Know What You Did Last Decade.
The POV shifts from third person when we are with Lewis, to that of the avenging elk when she is going after Gabe and Cass, then shifts back to third person for the big finale.
This is a slasher book with a Native American touch. You’ll get enough gore to matter, but it is not the sort of viscera-fest favored by films with the words “saw” in their titles. But it does sustain the ethos, to the extent that there is one, of such entertainments, namely that the dark force coming after you is doing so in response to something you did. Yes, a vengeful she-elk monster is tracking down these Blackfeet guys for something they did, and her pursuit is relentless, in the same way that Jason, or Michael Myers, Jigsaw, Freddy Krueger, or Leatherface pursued the targets of their ire. Antlers and hooves can definitely do mortal damage, just as well as metal-based weaponry. She is as impervious to death as the above-named sorts, so just keeps on keepin’ on, regardless. It makes for some very scary scenes, particularly in an epic pursuit near the end. Definitely something to rev up the blood pressure.
But there are other elements at work here as well. It is not merely a frightfest. Jones is giving us a look at Native life. Not a rosy, people-of-the-land idyllic vision. This is a world in which old trucks sit on cinder blocks in family yards, a world in which sweat lodges are small, three-person, makeshift tents, a world of orders of protection, and degraded expectations.
There is guilt about having moved away from reservation life. Lewis has even married a Caucasian woman.
The headline kicks up in Lewis’s head on automatic, straight out of the reservation: not the FULLBLOOD TO DILUTE BLOODLINE he’d always expected if he married white, that he’d been prepping to deal with, because who knows, but FULLBLOOD BETRAYS EVERY DEAD INDIAN BEFORE HIM. It’s the guilt of having some pristine Native swimmers…cocked and loaded but never pushing them downstream, meaning the few of his ancestors who made it through raids and plagues, massacres and genocide, diabetes and all the wobbly-tired cars the rest of America was done with, they may as well have just stood up into that big Gatling gun of history, yeah?As seen in the above quote, Lewis maintains a running wry commentary on his own actions with imagined self-deprecating newspaper headlines. INDIAN MAN HAS NO ROOTS, THINKS HE’S STILL INDIAN IF HE TALKS LIKE AN INDIAN. Not exactly ha-ha funny, but there is a vein of humor throughout.
There is also recognition of Native American stereotypes,
Really, Lewis imagines, he deserves some big Indian award for having made it to thirty-six without pulling into the drive-through for a burger and fries, easing away from diabetes and high blood pressure and leukemia. And he gets the rest of the trophies for having avoided all the car crashes and jail time and alcoholism on his cultural dance card. Or maybe the reward for lucking through all that—meth too, he guesses—is having been married ten years now to Peta, who doesn’t have to put up with motorcycle parts in the sink…Jones applies genre tropes, like , or a young female taking on the beast. Where it breaks from the Jason/Mikey Myers physical form is in giving the monster the ability to shapeshift. The monster’s targets are not bad people. They are decent people who did a bad thing. And it is something that Lewis has suffered years of guilt over. It would have been an easy out to have written them all as dark-hearted souls. I particularly enjoyed a gem of a sporting contest, the biggest game of the year, . It is riveting!
I had one particular issue with the book. Why the time differential? Ricky is killed a year after Lewis leaves the rez, but the rest of the onslaught takes place much later. There is an explanation in the book, but I found it unpersuasive. Other than that, I’m good. Minor aside: the book was originally titled Where the Old Ones Go. I can understand why it was skipped. Sounds like the latrine at the senior center. Next up was Elk-Head Woman, which is certainly descriptive, but might have been a bit too open to snarky intentional misinterpretations. FWIW, I am not sure the title they finally settled on is the best of all possible titles either, as the story is more about the misery that these Indians have brought on themselves than the misery inflicted on them by Eastern invaders. Not that I have anything better to offer.
So, overall, this is a pretty good, substantive horror read, offering some spine tingles along with a portrait of a segment of Native American life. And some serious twists and gut-punches, as fear descends into madness, enough to generate out loud exclamations of “Oh, shoot!,” or something very like that. But no lost winks for me from this one, which is par for the course. But that is a very high bar, as it is exceedingly rare for horror books to keep me up. It’s the political ones that do that best. But for most humans this should be plenty scary.
Death is too easy. Better to make every moment of the rest of a person’s life agony.
Review posted – April 10, 2020
Publication date – April 7, 2020 (what is on the spine of my ARE) or maybe May 19, 2020 (What shows up on the GR page for the book), or, who knows? Maybe July 14, 2020 (on Edelweiss and in Simon & Schuster’s digital catalog) - Looks like the last one is for real. Many books got pushed in this year of the plague.
----------Trade Paperback -January 26, 2021
I received this book from the publisher in return for a reasonable review, but I wonder, if they disapprove of what I have written, whether some years hence I might be pursued to a dark end by a vengeance-crazed editor, armed with a sheath of sharpened colored pens.
And thanks to MC
=============================EXTRA STUFF
Links to the author’s personal, Twitter and FB pages
Interviews – The first two deal mostly with Mongrels, but are still interesting
-----Muzzleland Press -CUT MY FINGERTIPS, THEY BLEED TEXAS: AN INTERVIEW WITH STEPHEN GRAHAM JONES ON HIS NEW NOVEL MONGRELS - by Jonathan R
-----from Westword - With Mongrels, This Is Stephen Graham Jones's Time to Howl - by Jason Heller
-----Ghoulish - December 15, 2019 - Slashers with Stephen Graham Jones! - Max Booth – audio – 28:20
-----Fiction Unbound – March 7, 2020 - Dead Dogs and Final Girls: An Interview with Stephen Graham Jones - by C.S. Peterson
-----Los Angeles Review of Books – July 13, 2019 - Writing in the Shadow of “V”: Adventures in Speculative Fiction with Stephen Graham Jones by Billy J. Stratton
-----More2Read - Interview: Stephen Graham Jones on Writing, The Only Good Indians, and inspirations by Lou Pendergrast
My reviews of other Stephen Graham Jones books
-----2016 - Mongrels
-----2021 - My Heart is a Chainsaw
Songs/Music
-----The Charlie Daniels Band - The Devil Went Down to Georgia
-----D.A.D - Trucker - from the Special album – SGJ listened to this a lot when he began writing this novel
----- D.A.D - Jonnie- ditto
Items of Interest
-----Electric Lit - November 27, 2019 - Being Indian Is Not a Superpower
-----Philip Sheridan
-----James Dickey - A Birth - one of the works that inspired SGJ
-----Stephen Graham Jones - Crimereads - July 15, 2020 - Why Exposing Kids to Horror Might Actually Be Good for Them
Particularly in the world today, we need to learn the lesson that, while there is certainly evil in the world, it is possible to overcome it. I have always had a fondness for horror. When I was seven years old, my mother took me to see The Crawling Eye, a cheesy sci-fi/horror flick that I loved. The Tingler came out when I was still seven, and I saw and loved that one too, maybe with my older brother. A few years later Mr Sardonicus. I can recall no trauma, although clearly I had mom’s DNA and enjoyment of horror films to support my interest. Jones makes a strong point about why it is important to stay the course while exposing your kids to these things. Well worth the reading.-----NY Times - 8/14/20 - ‘We’ve Already Survived an Apocalypse’: Indigenous Writers Are Changing Sci-Fi by Alexandra Alter
-----You might want to check out Jeffrey Keeten's excellent review
September 16, 2020
I’d like to start by stating that I’m not from the Blackfeet tribe so this is not a true own voices review. However, as the effects of settler colonialism permeate the lives of tribes all across Turtle Island, as an Ojibwe woman I’ll relate to this story more than a non-Indigenous reader.
In The Only Good Indians by Blackfeet author Stephen Graham Jones we see the effects of intergenerational trauma, substance abuse & racism while also seeing the resilience of familial/friendship bonds, community ties and traditional ceremonies.
I’m a huge horror movie fan and Jones has written a novel that managed to give me a horror movie experience. I was often engrossed, sometimes repulsed and steadily anxious with anticipation. Numerous times I thought I knew where the plot was going and then would be hit with a huge, “oh, never mind!”
The depictions of rez life really made this a welcoming read amidst all of the horror. I saw my cousins in these men: imperfect, loyal & in a society that won’t let them be and has separated them from their tribal ways (which we we come to find out leads to huge repercussions.) If you’re neech & have been to a lot of sweats like I have, you’re going to want to yell at certain characters.
PS: everyone is entitled to their own opinion but I was confused at the amount of yt reviewers who said they couldn’t connect to certain elements & it felt like they weren’t the target audience so they DNF’d this & I mean....
I kept wondering what they want from Indigenous authors. This book doesn’t isolate yt readers by any means. I wouldn’t hesitate recommending this to a non-Indigenous person.
I think that a lot of yt reviewers have preconceptions of what Indigenous authored books & their reading experience should be. I couldn’t help but think of a certain scene in TOGI, when Denorah is told to draw an NDN ledger scene in class that depicts a fave holiday, so she drew a basketball trip, a sport that many rez kids have clung to as a beacon of hope, and the teacher is disappointed and remarks while grading, “Is this really Indian, D? Shouldn’t you do something to honor your heritage?”
This sentence reminds me of reviews I’ve seen and it’s startling.
In The Only Good Indians by Blackfeet author Stephen Graham Jones we see the effects of intergenerational trauma, substance abuse & racism while also seeing the resilience of familial/friendship bonds, community ties and traditional ceremonies.
I’m a huge horror movie fan and Jones has written a novel that managed to give me a horror movie experience. I was often engrossed, sometimes repulsed and steadily anxious with anticipation. Numerous times I thought I knew where the plot was going and then would be hit with a huge, “oh, never mind!”
The depictions of rez life really made this a welcoming read amidst all of the horror. I saw my cousins in these men: imperfect, loyal & in a society that won’t let them be and has separated them from their tribal ways (which we we come to find out leads to huge repercussions.) If you’re neech & have been to a lot of sweats like I have, you’re going to want to yell at certain characters.
PS: everyone is entitled to their own opinion but I was confused at the amount of yt reviewers who said they couldn’t connect to certain elements & it felt like they weren’t the target audience so they DNF’d this & I mean....
I kept wondering what they want from Indigenous authors. This book doesn’t isolate yt readers by any means. I wouldn’t hesitate recommending this to a non-Indigenous person.
I think that a lot of yt reviewers have preconceptions of what Indigenous authored books & their reading experience should be. I couldn’t help but think of a certain scene in TOGI, when Denorah is told to draw an NDN ledger scene in class that depicts a fave holiday, so she drew a basketball trip, a sport that many rez kids have clung to as a beacon of hope, and the teacher is disappointed and remarks while grading, “Is this really Indian, D? Shouldn’t you do something to honor your heritage?”
This sentence reminds me of reviews I’ve seen and it’s startling.
August 26, 2020
normally, a 300 page book would only take a few hours for me to read. this took me nearly two weeks to finish. i just could not get into the story. i wanted to DNF is several times, but the glowing reviews/ratings made me push through it.
i cant pinpoint anything specific that made me struggle with this. the premise is interesting, the commentary on native american culture is eye-opening, and the characters are likeable. perhaps its the writing style? i just couldnt go more than 5 sentences without my eyes starting to glaze over. my attention was never fully grabbed and it felt like i had to constantly work at trying to understand what was going on.
so, this just wasnt for me personally. but based on how many positive reviews this has received, i still feel like i could recommend this to horror fans.
↠ 2 stars
i cant pinpoint anything specific that made me struggle with this. the premise is interesting, the commentary on native american culture is eye-opening, and the characters are likeable. perhaps its the writing style? i just couldnt go more than 5 sentences without my eyes starting to glaze over. my attention was never fully grabbed and it felt like i had to constantly work at trying to understand what was going on.
so, this just wasnt for me personally. but based on how many positive reviews this has received, i still feel like i could recommend this to horror fans.
↠ 2 stars
November 11, 2019
THE ONLY GOOD INDIANS is a masterpiece. Intimate, devastating, brutal, terrifying, yet warm and heartbreaking in the best way, Stephen Graham Jones has written a horror novel about injustice and, ultimately, about hope. Not a false, sentimental hope, but the real one, the one that some of us survive and keeps the rest of us going. And it gives me hope that this book exists.
December 15, 2019
Four young American Indian men find themselves fighting for their lives against an entity who wants revenge after an event that occurred during an elk hunt ten years earlier.
Many are really enjoying this book and I encourage my fellow readers to read those reviews. This book just wasn't for me. I struggled with the writing style, I found it slow in parts, and overall just not my cup of tea. I love a good horror book, but this one just didn't work for me- end of story. I thought the book started on a high note, and really grabbed me but then it lost me, and I never found my footing with this again.
We all can’t love the same book, and this is the case here. I am in the minority on this one, so give it a try and decide for yourself.
Thank you to Gallery, Pocket Books and NetGalley who provided me with a copy of this book in exchange for an honest review. All the thoughts and opinions are my own.
Many are really enjoying this book and I encourage my fellow readers to read those reviews. This book just wasn't for me. I struggled with the writing style, I found it slow in parts, and overall just not my cup of tea. I love a good horror book, but this one just didn't work for me- end of story. I thought the book started on a high note, and really grabbed me but then it lost me, and I never found my footing with this again.
We all can’t love the same book, and this is the case here. I am in the minority on this one, so give it a try and decide for yourself.
Thank you to Gallery, Pocket Books and NetGalley who provided me with a copy of this book in exchange for an honest review. All the thoughts and opinions are my own.
July 28, 2020
DNF at 140 pages in. This is just not good. The writing feels more like rambling and its incredibly hard to follow without having to reread and decipher, which is too much work for a horror novel. I don't understand how this is so hyped-up by so many respectable authors, it makes no sense to me. Essentially this is about an elk that was killed at a hunt and comes back 10 years later to get revenge on her hunters, from what i could tell at where i stopped. Maybe i'm just not smart enough for this one, but I have a feeling this will be a very polarizing book and you will either love it or loath it, like i did. Since I forked over almost $30 and purchased this one, maybe i'll go back and force myself to read it later down the road, but too many good books lay on my bookshelf for me to waste any more time on this one.
July 21, 2020
this was absolutely fantastic. i’m going to collect my thoughts before attempting to review but if you’re curious about this book definitely check out some reviews by Native reviewers!!
mallory's review: https://www.instagram.com/p/CCoDh93AY...
autumn's interview with the author: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TbsaT...
mallory's review: https://www.instagram.com/p/CCoDh93AY...
autumn's interview with the author: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TbsaT...
April 20, 2020
There are not many Indigenous writers (or Native American, as they say in the United States) penning speculative fiction, though Moon of the Crusted Snow and other recent titles are changing the panorama. Stephen Graham Jones has been at this for a while and as usual it is great to see an author that writes about his culture without apologies or peddling to the white gaze. Jones craft a story that is very much horror, is very much Indigenous, and full of raw, powerful prose.
February 11, 2024
“The Only Good Indians” by Stephen Graham Jones is a novel I’ve been meaning to read since 2021 as it’s gotten such rave reviews over the years. I regret not reading this sooner because my goodness, this was such a rollercoaster of horror madness that it left an impression on me I will never forget.
Now, before I get to my review, there are a ton of trigger warnings I found while reading. This is an extremely graphic horror novel when it comes to animals so please keep that in mind as here’s what I found…
- Racism- Mistreatment of an animal (dog)
- Dog attacking humans
- Violence against animals (elk, dog)
- Hunting animals
- Death of animals (elk, dog)
- Alcoholism
If any of these trigger you, please do not read this novel. Moving along, as I started to read this novel, I enjoyed the graphics for each chapter, especially the random elk antlers in between the different parts to set the tone that this was going to be a wild one.
This had all the makings of an incredible read since it’s horror but with a bit of mystery thrown in. At first, I wasn’t sure what was going on but as I kept reading, it started to make sense. This is a novel to not speed read or anything because it has a ton of events and situations to understand, lots of interesting characters that slowly develop over time, and at the end, everything will make sense.
Getting there, however, will take patience so keep that in mind as there might be times you’re confused about what’s going on and which characters are who. Either way, this is the fifth novel I’ve read of SGJ and he is one of the best horror authors out there with a very unique way of writing. “The Only Good Indians” is complex and has so many layers of story and horror that it might seem a slow burn at first or even throughout various points as you read but it pays off big time when it matters most.
There are several insane horror situations that occur which had me make many weird faces while reading. I had to re-read these moments because they were so gruesome and horrific that I was blown away. This is a unique animal supernatural horror story with a Native American twist that was completely new to me and in all the good ways.
Speaking of which, I loved learning so much about Native American culture, reservations, traditions, and more. It’s a nice touch that added to the story and kept things raw, gritty, and awesome. I’ve never read anything like this in my life as it was such a brilliant horror idea to infuse SGJ’s culture into one hell of a novel.
The storytelling skills by SGJ are magnificent and as I mentioned earlier, the pacing and delivery of things might be slow. Things will probably get confusing to readers due to so many characters and the story going from the past to the present randomly. There aren’t any indicators to explain if you’re reading what happened back then or in the moment but that’s why it’s important to take your time, absorb the story, make notes of the different characters to reference later, and you should be fine.
Don’t feel bad or weird if you need to go back to re-read certain parts just to remember who is who and what is what as I did it a few times and I see many others did as well. This is a distinctive way of storytelling and once things make sense, this novel shines like you wouldn’t believe. The horror, character development, visceral gore, and suspense all add up for a powerhouse of a read.
Things picked up for me at around the 40% mark and I rode that momentum straight to the end. Do me a quick favor, please. Close your eyes. Envision it’s a Saturday evening, you’re off from work, and you have a fresh pot of hot coffee to enjoy into the night. You just hit the 40% mark in “The Only Good Indians” and you simply can’t put this novel down for anything. It is so addictive that you know you're not going to sleep until you finish it.
This is exactly what happened to me as I read nonstop from 6 PM straight until I finished it at around midnight. I loved every single moment of this novel from the second half on and it was worth the slow burn and confusion at the start as the story took off with some crazy horror I never read before. It was so original and creepy that it left me speechless. I was devouring everything in stride and just kept those pages turning faster than a New York minute.
There was one particular horror scene that blew my mind while reading that was so insane that I re-read it a few times because it was that bloody fantastic. Don’t worry, I won’t spoil anything for you but let’s just say, you’ll know what I mean if you read this novel and hit that second half ready for the bloodbath that awaits.
The news reports while reading also added another nice layer of immersion that I enjoyed which was another smart touch by SGJ. I also loved how he incorporated basketball with a horror twist, yes, you read that right. It was very clever which added a level of creepiness towards the end that I couldn’t believe was even happening. Mind. Blown.
Speaking of which, that crazy, climactic race to the end was epic. I had no idea how this was going to end since dread and sympathy harmoniously built up inside of me anxiously awaiting to see what would transpire. It could have ended in so many different ways and I loved that high level of suspense SGJ hit me with towards the final 10%. I was on the edge of my seat and it ended perfectly while leaving me with a smile on my face despite all that delicious carnage to get there.
Let me tell you, I’ve read hundreds of horror novels and seen a ton of horror movies in my life and the descriptions SGJ hits you with when it comes to the main villain of this novel are on a whole other level. If I ever saw this main antagonist speed walking toward me in the forest with the way he wrote this, it would be sheer terror beyond my wildest imagination. Again, SGJ is the king of slasher novels for a reason and this is right up there with the best of the best.
I give “The Only Good Indians” by Stephen Graham Jones a 5/5 as this is horror perfection, especially for readers who appreciate a slow burn that leads to a massive payoff. I learned a lot about Native American culture from this novel and to see SGJ take that and put his patented slasher horror twist to it was unbelievable reading. The story is jam-packed and stellar once it all comes together, grabs you, and never lets go until the end. The characters are great, the main antagonist is one of the creepiest I’ve ever read in a horror novel, and if you ever want to see how basketball with a horror twist is done right, read this novel immediately. It’s tremendous and I can honestly say that thanks to this novel, I will never look at an elk the same ever again.
Now, before I get to my review, there are a ton of trigger warnings I found while reading. This is an extremely graphic horror novel when it comes to animals so please keep that in mind as here’s what I found…
- Racism- Mistreatment of an animal (dog)
- Dog attacking humans
- Violence against animals (elk, dog)
- Hunting animals
- Death of animals (elk, dog)
- Alcoholism
If any of these trigger you, please do not read this novel. Moving along, as I started to read this novel, I enjoyed the graphics for each chapter, especially the random elk antlers in between the different parts to set the tone that this was going to be a wild one.
This had all the makings of an incredible read since it’s horror but with a bit of mystery thrown in. At first, I wasn’t sure what was going on but as I kept reading, it started to make sense. This is a novel to not speed read or anything because it has a ton of events and situations to understand, lots of interesting characters that slowly develop over time, and at the end, everything will make sense.
Getting there, however, will take patience so keep that in mind as there might be times you’re confused about what’s going on and which characters are who. Either way, this is the fifth novel I’ve read of SGJ and he is one of the best horror authors out there with a very unique way of writing. “The Only Good Indians” is complex and has so many layers of story and horror that it might seem a slow burn at first or even throughout various points as you read but it pays off big time when it matters most.
There are several insane horror situations that occur which had me make many weird faces while reading. I had to re-read these moments because they were so gruesome and horrific that I was blown away. This is a unique animal supernatural horror story with a Native American twist that was completely new to me and in all the good ways.
Speaking of which, I loved learning so much about Native American culture, reservations, traditions, and more. It’s a nice touch that added to the story and kept things raw, gritty, and awesome. I’ve never read anything like this in my life as it was such a brilliant horror idea to infuse SGJ’s culture into one hell of a novel.
The storytelling skills by SGJ are magnificent and as I mentioned earlier, the pacing and delivery of things might be slow. Things will probably get confusing to readers due to so many characters and the story going from the past to the present randomly. There aren’t any indicators to explain if you’re reading what happened back then or in the moment but that’s why it’s important to take your time, absorb the story, make notes of the different characters to reference later, and you should be fine.
Don’t feel bad or weird if you need to go back to re-read certain parts just to remember who is who and what is what as I did it a few times and I see many others did as well. This is a distinctive way of storytelling and once things make sense, this novel shines like you wouldn’t believe. The horror, character development, visceral gore, and suspense all add up for a powerhouse of a read.
Things picked up for me at around the 40% mark and I rode that momentum straight to the end. Do me a quick favor, please. Close your eyes. Envision it’s a Saturday evening, you’re off from work, and you have a fresh pot of hot coffee to enjoy into the night. You just hit the 40% mark in “The Only Good Indians” and you simply can’t put this novel down for anything. It is so addictive that you know you're not going to sleep until you finish it.
This is exactly what happened to me as I read nonstop from 6 PM straight until I finished it at around midnight. I loved every single moment of this novel from the second half on and it was worth the slow burn and confusion at the start as the story took off with some crazy horror I never read before. It was so original and creepy that it left me speechless. I was devouring everything in stride and just kept those pages turning faster than a New York minute.
There was one particular horror scene that blew my mind while reading that was so insane that I re-read it a few times because it was that bloody fantastic. Don’t worry, I won’t spoil anything for you but let’s just say, you’ll know what I mean if you read this novel and hit that second half ready for the bloodbath that awaits.
The news reports while reading also added another nice layer of immersion that I enjoyed which was another smart touch by SGJ. I also loved how he incorporated basketball with a horror twist, yes, you read that right. It was very clever which added a level of creepiness towards the end that I couldn’t believe was even happening. Mind. Blown.
Speaking of which, that crazy, climactic race to the end was epic. I had no idea how this was going to end since dread and sympathy harmoniously built up inside of me anxiously awaiting to see what would transpire. It could have ended in so many different ways and I loved that high level of suspense SGJ hit me with towards the final 10%. I was on the edge of my seat and it ended perfectly while leaving me with a smile on my face despite all that delicious carnage to get there.
Let me tell you, I’ve read hundreds of horror novels and seen a ton of horror movies in my life and the descriptions SGJ hits you with when it comes to the main villain of this novel are on a whole other level. If I ever saw this main antagonist speed walking toward me in the forest with the way he wrote this, it would be sheer terror beyond my wildest imagination. Again, SGJ is the king of slasher novels for a reason and this is right up there with the best of the best.
I give “The Only Good Indians” by Stephen Graham Jones a 5/5 as this is horror perfection, especially for readers who appreciate a slow burn that leads to a massive payoff. I learned a lot about Native American culture from this novel and to see SGJ take that and put his patented slasher horror twist to it was unbelievable reading. The story is jam-packed and stellar once it all comes together, grabs you, and never lets go until the end. The characters are great, the main antagonist is one of the creepiest I’ve ever read in a horror novel, and if you ever want to see how basketball with a horror twist is done right, read this novel immediately. It’s tremendous and I can honestly say that thanks to this novel, I will never look at an elk the same ever again.
February 18, 2024
‘You hide in the herd. You wait. And you never forget’
Having been a fan of Stephen Graham Jones for awhile now, it has haunted me year after year that I had not yet read The Only Good Indians. The book stalked me, perched on my shelf, eyeing me to be its victim come spooky season. This year it finally caught me. Like the characters hunted by Elk Woman, once it had its hold on me I could think of nothing else, practically do nothing else but be dragged along its narrative of growing dread and violence. And I loved every moment of it. Jones has a nearly supernatural skill to craft so much horror, grief, humor and action onto the page, none of them competing for emotional space but instead amalgamating into something far greater and gripping. His stories are populated by endearing characters who open their hearts full of flaws and tattered hopes and Jones never shies away from sending them to violent ends. Here they are pitted in a race against an encroaching fate that manifests generations of grief and guilt into an apocalyptic atmosphere of almost certain doom. On the surface of The Only Good Indians is a truly terrifying monster tale that functions as a window into themes of indigenous identity and feelings of futility to escape guilt, poverty and reservation life as Jones demonstrates horror as a legitimate literary medium that will leave you chills.
‘Thanksgiving was going to be an Indian holiday this year, with the four of them bringing in a haul like this.’
Each turn of the page piles onto a growing sense of dread in this sharp and sinister novel. It opens on a scene of violent death--‘INDIAN MAN KILLED IN DISPUTE OUTSIDE BAR’ the headline reads, ‘thats one way to put it’ the character thinks, knowing it was a mysterious elk that really got him killed. But this does more than introduce the unique twist on a man vs. nature theme and immediately draws our attention to the violence and aggression faced by indigenous people in the US (indigenous people are 2.5 times as likely to experience violence compared to any other race, and 84.3% of women
Their actions recalls the genocides that took the land from their people and corralled them into lives on reservations. Guilt chases us all through our lives, but this time it might be really out to get them in the form of Elk Woman.
“We’re from where we’re from,” she says back. “Scars are part of the deal, aren’t they?”
If this sounds a bit like I Know What You Did Last Summer set on a reservation, its probably because not only does The Only Good Indians pay homage to indigenous heritage but to the heritage of the genre as well. Jones discussed in an interview, that the book was crafted to be ‘wanted to write a slasher, but in the way a slasher hasn’t been done before’ and he makes creative use of many tropes here. Notably, Jones plays with a common, and unfortunately fairly racially insensitive horror trope of the “indian curse”—you know, the whole “don’t build a house on an Indian graveyard” thing—and re-appropriates it in the form of a curse now hunting Blackfeet (similarly, Jones title re-appropriates the infamous genocidal quote by US Army general-in-chief Phillip Henry Sheridan). But we have other elements as well, and I really appreciated the nod to “Final Girls” of horror fame by having Denorah be nicknamed “Finals Girl” by her father due to her basketball notoriety taking her team to the finals. What is quite fresh here, however, is the way horror tropes are used as a way to explore cultural identity, and one that the characters are always questioning themselves: what does it mean to be Blackfeet in the modern world? Consider the moment when they decide to hold a sweat to honor tradition:
There is an undercurrent in the novel that ‘three-braid days are over and done with,’ that nobody is going around earnestly believing themselves the reincarnation of ‘Blood Clot Boy’, that the stereotypes used about their people have little to nothing to do with life on the reservation and there is a prevailing sadness about this:
There is a chilling desperation here, too, because nobody seems to be able to escape it. And in The Only Good Indians even when you think you’ve broken free, your curse comes to call.
‘Really, Lewis imagines, he deserves some big Indian award for having made it to thirty-six without pulling into the drive-through for a burger and fries, easing away from diabetes and high blood pressure and leukemia. And he gets the rest of the trophies for having avoided all the car crashes and jail time and alcoholism on his cultural dance card. Or maybe the reward for lucking through all that—meth too, he guesses—is having been married ten years now to Peta, who doesn’t have to put up with motorcycle parts in the sink…’
But back to the horror. Because this one really chilled me, I mean, I cut a midnight walk with my dog short because I couldn’t stop thinking about Elk Woman appearing in flashes between the passing boxcars of a train--this book gets INSIDE you. It helps that Jones is such a visual writer and all the jump scares and abrupt violence—of which there is plenty and I’ll never think of motorcycle engines the same again—registers as very cinematic. And for as clear as it is Jones truly cares about his characters, he also will kill them at any moment so it keeps you on your toes. Even the slower scenes in the middle make you wonder when everything will explode into gore. It’s all written with such care and I enjoyed discovering that the elk in the novel were inspired by the James Dickey poem A Birth, which you can read in full here but I find the opening stanza particularly alive in this novel:
‘Inventing a story with grass,
I find a young horse deep inside it.
I cannot nail wires around him:
My fence posts fail to be solid…’
An aspect I found to be very successful is the way the horror is very psychological, with the quick reminders of their crime making them wonder if they are losing their grip on reality. ‘If animals came back to haunt the people who shot them, then the old-time Blackfeet would have had ghost buffalo so thick in camp they couldn't even walk around,’ Lewis thinks, but then he questions every sound and begins to question if friends are just an elk in disguise. Which is what really makes this story frightening: we can fear Elk Woman and her finally catching us, but what is more alarming is knowing she can push us to commit the atrocities for her. It speaks to the ways the characters think how many of their friends or families ruin their own lives, backed into crimes, drugs or alcoholism, and we see how quickly an argument can turn into violence. Because ‘when the whole world hurts, you bite it, don’t you?’
When asked what he hoped to communicate with this book, Stephen Graham Jones responded ‘Horror, man. If someone hesitates before turning the living room light off, if they’re counting the steps down a dark hall, than I’ve done what I’m here to do.’ I am about to post this and then shut off all the lights at work, and I’m already dreading the moment when I have to walk through the totally blackened bookstore with thoughts of Elk Woman in my head. Will her face rise above a shelf? I hope not. But thats how I know this book really worked for me, because I cannot stop thinking about it. It should be said too that there is a great humor mixed in, even in the frightening moments (c’mon, Lewis deciding someone has to go because they don’t catch the laugh line from a novel they both supposedly read is great). But there are also some truly visceral and wildly disquieting moments that I will likely never shake. The Only Good Indians should become a spooky season classic.
4.5/5
‘For them, ten years ago, that's another lifetime.
For you, it's yesterday.’
Having been a fan of Stephen Graham Jones for awhile now, it has haunted me year after year that I had not yet read The Only Good Indians. The book stalked me, perched on my shelf, eyeing me to be its victim come spooky season. This year it finally caught me. Like the characters hunted by Elk Woman, once it had its hold on me I could think of nothing else, practically do nothing else but be dragged along its narrative of growing dread and violence. And I loved every moment of it. Jones has a nearly supernatural skill to craft so much horror, grief, humor and action onto the page, none of them competing for emotional space but instead amalgamating into something far greater and gripping. His stories are populated by endearing characters who open their hearts full of flaws and tattered hopes and Jones never shies away from sending them to violent ends. Here they are pitted in a race against an encroaching fate that manifests generations of grief and guilt into an apocalyptic atmosphere of almost certain doom. On the surface of The Only Good Indians is a truly terrifying monster tale that functions as a window into themes of indigenous identity and feelings of futility to escape guilt, poverty and reservation life as Jones demonstrates horror as a legitimate literary medium that will leave you chills.
‘Thanksgiving was going to be an Indian holiday this year, with the four of them bringing in a haul like this.’
Each turn of the page piles onto a growing sense of dread in this sharp and sinister novel. It opens on a scene of violent death--‘INDIAN MAN KILLED IN DISPUTE OUTSIDE BAR’ the headline reads, ‘thats one way to put it’ the character thinks, knowing it was a mysterious elk that really got him killed. But this does more than introduce the unique twist on a man vs. nature theme and immediately draws our attention to the violence and aggression faced by indigenous people in the US (indigenous people are 2.5 times as likely to experience violence compared to any other race, and 84.3% of women
‘ it was like–he hates himself the most for this–it was probably what it was like a century and more ago, when soldiers gathered up on ridges above Blackfeet encampments to turn the cranks on their big guns, terraforming this new land for their occupation. Fertilize it with blood.’
Their actions recalls the genocides that took the land from their people and corralled them into lives on reservations. Guilt chases us all through our lives, but this time it might be really out to get them in the form of Elk Woman.
“We’re from where we’re from,” she says back. “Scars are part of the deal, aren’t they?”
If this sounds a bit like I Know What You Did Last Summer set on a reservation, its probably because not only does The Only Good Indians pay homage to indigenous heritage but to the heritage of the genre as well. Jones discussed in an interview, that the book was crafted to be ‘wanted to write a slasher, but in the way a slasher hasn’t been done before’ and he makes creative use of many tropes here. Notably, Jones plays with a common, and unfortunately fairly racially insensitive horror trope of the “indian curse”—you know, the whole “don’t build a house on an Indian graveyard” thing—and re-appropriates it in the form of a curse now hunting Blackfeet (similarly, Jones title re-appropriates the infamous genocidal quote by US Army general-in-chief Phillip Henry Sheridan). But we have other elements as well, and I really appreciated the nod to “Final Girls” of horror fame by having Denorah be nicknamed “Finals Girl” by her father due to her basketball notoriety taking her team to the finals. What is quite fresh here, however, is the way horror tropes are used as a way to explore cultural identity, and one that the characters are always questioning themselves: what does it mean to be Blackfeet in the modern world? Consider the moment when they decide to hold a sweat to honor tradition:
“There’s nothing, like, against doing it at night, is there?” Gabe asks.
“Let me check the big Indian rule book,” Cassidy says. “Oh yeah. You can’t do anything, according to it. You’ve got to do everything just like it’s been done for two hundred years.”
“Two thousand.”
They laugh together.
There is an undercurrent in the novel that ‘three-braid days are over and done with,’ that nobody is going around earnestly believing themselves the reincarnation of ‘Blood Clot Boy’, that the stereotypes used about their people have little to nothing to do with life on the reservation and there is a prevailing sadness about this:
‘meaning the few of his ancestors who made it through raids and plagues, massacres and genocide, diabetes and all the wobbly-tired cars the rest of America was done with, they may as well have just stood up into that big Gatling gun of history, yeah?’
There is a chilling desperation here, too, because nobody seems to be able to escape it. And in The Only Good Indians even when you think you’ve broken free, your curse comes to call.
‘Really, Lewis imagines, he deserves some big Indian award for having made it to thirty-six without pulling into the drive-through for a burger and fries, easing away from diabetes and high blood pressure and leukemia. And he gets the rest of the trophies for having avoided all the car crashes and jail time and alcoholism on his cultural dance card. Or maybe the reward for lucking through all that—meth too, he guesses—is having been married ten years now to Peta, who doesn’t have to put up with motorcycle parts in the sink…’
But back to the horror. Because this one really chilled me, I mean, I cut a midnight walk with my dog short because I couldn’t stop thinking about Elk Woman appearing in flashes between the passing boxcars of a train--this book gets INSIDE you. It helps that Jones is such a visual writer and all the jump scares and abrupt violence—of which there is plenty and I’ll never think of motorcycle engines the same again—registers as very cinematic. And for as clear as it is Jones truly cares about his characters, he also will kill them at any moment so it keeps you on your toes. Even the slower scenes in the middle make you wonder when everything will explode into gore. It’s all written with such care and I enjoyed discovering that the elk in the novel were inspired by the James Dickey poem A Birth, which you can read in full here but I find the opening stanza particularly alive in this novel:
‘Inventing a story with grass,
I find a young horse deep inside it.
I cannot nail wires around him:
My fence posts fail to be solid…’
An aspect I found to be very successful is the way the horror is very psychological, with the quick reminders of their crime making them wonder if they are losing their grip on reality. ‘If animals came back to haunt the people who shot them, then the old-time Blackfeet would have had ghost buffalo so thick in camp they couldn't even walk around,’ Lewis thinks, but then he questions every sound and begins to question if friends are just an elk in disguise. Which is what really makes this story frightening: we can fear Elk Woman and her finally catching us, but what is more alarming is knowing she can push us to commit the atrocities for her. It speaks to the ways the characters think how many of their friends or families ruin their own lives, backed into crimes, drugs or alcoholism, and we see how quickly an argument can turn into violence. Because ‘when the whole world hurts, you bite it, don’t you?’
When asked what he hoped to communicate with this book, Stephen Graham Jones responded ‘Horror, man. If someone hesitates before turning the living room light off, if they’re counting the steps down a dark hall, than I’ve done what I’m here to do.’ I am about to post this and then shut off all the lights at work, and I’m already dreading the moment when I have to walk through the totally blackened bookstore with thoughts of Elk Woman in my head. Will her face rise above a shelf? I hope not. But thats how I know this book really worked for me, because I cannot stop thinking about it. It should be said too that there is a great humor mixed in, even in the frightening moments (c’mon, Lewis deciding someone has to go because they don’t catch the laugh line from a novel they both supposedly read is great). But there are also some truly visceral and wildly disquieting moments that I will likely never shake. The Only Good Indians should become a spooky season classic.
4.5/5
‘For them, ten years ago, that's another lifetime.
For you, it's yesterday.’
June 1, 2020
Review originally published May 5th at Cemetery Dance
https://www.cemeterydance.com/extras/...
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I read an interview with Stephen Graham Jones where he said, “I just figure I am Blackfeet, so every story I tell’s going to be Blackfeet.” (Uncanny Magazine/Julia Rios)
This one, simple statement is manifested in SGJ’s body of work; each book wildly different from the last, but distinctly identifiable as his own because they bear his fingerprints, unique storytelling voice and personal context.
Over the last few years, I have been a fan of his short fiction (“Dirtmouth”), novellas (Mapping the Interior), novels (Mongrels), and experimental fiction (The Last Final Girl). I will gladly show up for anything he has to offer.
The Only Good Indians begins with a swiftly-paced narrative, aptly balancing social commentary and real-time drama. Readers are drawn into the life of a Blackfeet Native American named Lewis. It takes only a few sentences to fall in love with him. He has an infectious personality when he’s interacting with those around him, but it’s Lewis’ inner thought life that reveals his sense of humor and vibrancy I found so endearing.
The narrative is two-fold: Lewis’ present day circumstances peppered with flashbacks to an elk hunting trip with his friends. It becomes increasingly clear that whatever transpired during this hunting trip almost a decade ago has haunted Lewis all of his days. Something bad happened there.
As Lewis goes through his day-to-day life, unsettling suspense begins to build surrounding Lewis’ past; it’s almost unbearable as Stephen Graham Jones expertly winds the tension tighter and tighter and tighter until there is an unexpected break. We finally learn Lewis’ secrets and once the reader sees the truth—you can’t unsee it. It colors everything from that moment forward.
This is the magic of SGJ’s storytelling—everything comes at you from all sides. A barrage of human experiences told through people who feel real to you, their feelings uncomfortably tangible. Stephen Graham Jones expertly switches POVs, head-hops, transitions the entire story into a new one halfway through, kills his darlings with unflinching decisiveness, and basically is able to get away with everything authors are told to never do. SGJ makes his own way, by his rules. And thank goodness for that.
This is a story that is shared so intimately, it’s hard to separate and let go of the connection that is formed when it’s over. I almost feel possessive of it—this book is mine! Nobody will engage with it the way I did!
I wonder if other readers will experience that same feeling of ownership over this story? There is something so devastatingly heartbreaking as a reader to feel a kinship to a protagonist and his story but at the same time, know that the stakes are too high—the hunter has become the prey. I wanted to jump through the pages and protect Lewis from what I was sure was coming for him.
I loved the time I invested in this story. There were some major payoffs—the ending is spectacular. This will likely be the book that catapults SGJ’s name on the lips of all readers, not just die-hard horror junkies who already know and love his work. He’ll be everyone’s new favorite and it is well deserved. This is the new benchmark for slasher/revenge stories—SGJ just flipped the script and staked a new claim. A gold standard for the genre.
Blurb: "WHOAAAAAAAA!!!
Writing up my review for Cemetery Dance but mark my words: It's this book by SGJ that is going to be made into a movie (I'm already calling it) This is the kind of horror people want right now. The characters are memorable, interesting, flawed, funny--REAL.
This horror has something to say.
A modern revenge story with biting social commentary that eats away at your soul. My heart and my mind ached after I finished."
https://www.cemeterydance.com/extras/...
...
I read an interview with Stephen Graham Jones where he said, “I just figure I am Blackfeet, so every story I tell’s going to be Blackfeet.” (Uncanny Magazine/Julia Rios)
This one, simple statement is manifested in SGJ’s body of work; each book wildly different from the last, but distinctly identifiable as his own because they bear his fingerprints, unique storytelling voice and personal context.
Over the last few years, I have been a fan of his short fiction (“Dirtmouth”), novellas (Mapping the Interior), novels (Mongrels), and experimental fiction (The Last Final Girl). I will gladly show up for anything he has to offer.
The Only Good Indians begins with a swiftly-paced narrative, aptly balancing social commentary and real-time drama. Readers are drawn into the life of a Blackfeet Native American named Lewis. It takes only a few sentences to fall in love with him. He has an infectious personality when he’s interacting with those around him, but it’s Lewis’ inner thought life that reveals his sense of humor and vibrancy I found so endearing.
The narrative is two-fold: Lewis’ present day circumstances peppered with flashbacks to an elk hunting trip with his friends. It becomes increasingly clear that whatever transpired during this hunting trip almost a decade ago has haunted Lewis all of his days. Something bad happened there.
As Lewis goes through his day-to-day life, unsettling suspense begins to build surrounding Lewis’ past; it’s almost unbearable as Stephen Graham Jones expertly winds the tension tighter and tighter and tighter until there is an unexpected break. We finally learn Lewis’ secrets and once the reader sees the truth—you can’t unsee it. It colors everything from that moment forward.
This is the magic of SGJ’s storytelling—everything comes at you from all sides. A barrage of human experiences told through people who feel real to you, their feelings uncomfortably tangible. Stephen Graham Jones expertly switches POVs, head-hops, transitions the entire story into a new one halfway through, kills his darlings with unflinching decisiveness, and basically is able to get away with everything authors are told to never do. SGJ makes his own way, by his rules. And thank goodness for that.
This is a story that is shared so intimately, it’s hard to separate and let go of the connection that is formed when it’s over. I almost feel possessive of it—this book is mine! Nobody will engage with it the way I did!
I wonder if other readers will experience that same feeling of ownership over this story? There is something so devastatingly heartbreaking as a reader to feel a kinship to a protagonist and his story but at the same time, know that the stakes are too high—the hunter has become the prey. I wanted to jump through the pages and protect Lewis from what I was sure was coming for him.
I loved the time I invested in this story. There were some major payoffs—the ending is spectacular. This will likely be the book that catapults SGJ’s name on the lips of all readers, not just die-hard horror junkies who already know and love his work. He’ll be everyone’s new favorite and it is well deserved. This is the new benchmark for slasher/revenge stories—SGJ just flipped the script and staked a new claim. A gold standard for the genre.
Blurb: "WHOAAAAAAAA!!!
Writing up my review for Cemetery Dance but mark my words: It's this book by SGJ that is going to be made into a movie (I'm already calling it) This is the kind of horror people want right now. The characters are memorable, interesting, flawed, funny--REAL.
This horror has something to say.
A modern revenge story with biting social commentary that eats away at your soul. My heart and my mind ached after I finished."
November 19, 2020
oooh, goodreads choice awards finalist for best horror 2020! what will happen?
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fulfilling book riot's 2020 read harder challenge task #24: Read a book in any genre by a Native, First Nations, or Indigenous author
but more importantly, WELCOME TO SPOOKTOOOOBER!!
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this book opens big and strong and violent, but then it sort of shifts, taking a moment to readjust its focus, and in that time i started to have doubts about whether it was going to return to the early promise of those opening pages, but then WHOOOOOO BOY.
if this happens to you—this slackening of reader engagement because you're confused about or not really into where the story’s going, don't worry—it's a temporary dip and once it settles into its groove, it's rich and dark and relentless, kinda like It Follows but with elk.
the story will shift, and shift again, because of REASONS that are for me to know and for you to find out, but it was only that first shift that dislodged me; once i was invested, i stayed invested and every subsequent turn or diversion was earned and appreciated.
i’d heard so many good things about this book, but i was still unprepared for how much i would love it. it is astonishing; the atmosphere, the imagery, how real the characters feel. it’s a horror novel, but it’s so much more than its horror. it’s splattery, but it’s also smart.
there's a very thomas hardy-esque sensibility driving the narrative arc; the longtailed memory of promises made and not kept, the necessity of paying for long-ago sins—in this case a youthful indiscretion committed by four friends growing up on a blackfeet reservation; an act which violated both tribal law and custom, resulting in the kind of waste that nature abhors and will ultimately demand parity.
the repercussions of that event are a long time coming, but when they do, revenge is inevitable and merciless; the brutality of nature given supernatural determination. the experience of being haunted by one’s past is both literal and figurative here, manifesting in the physical and psychological dimensions; characters are haunted by guilt while being stalked by a past that remembers.
the bulk of the story follows lewis, who has long since moved away from the reservation and married a white woman. lewis feels the burden of his past strongly; troubled by guilt and regret as well as the existential dilemma of what it means to be blackfeet in the wider world; the clash between tradition and modernity, the expectations put on him by his own and other people.
it’s a tricky straddling of two worlds, and fate will rush into that space, filling the chasm between doubt and belief, fact and superstition. lewis catches eerie glimpses bridging the past and the present; prickly suspicions giving rise to a simmering paranoia before escalating sharply into deliciously horrific episodes.
but, hey, it’s also funny.
the humor is often self-deprecating or ironic, playing on stereotypes and cliches, but there are also plenty of sly reference points and genre subversions, and when gabe muses, “One little, two little, three little Natives . . . doesn’t really sound right, does it?”, you know he's invoking agatha christie's second, slightly less offensive, title of the book now known as And Then There Were None, with cheeky intent. and when he superimposes a ceiling fan with an animal in a living room, you can almost hear grace zabriskie screaming.
it's brilliant work about identity and heritage and loss, setting up several mirrored oppositions and power dynamic reversals across nature and history, predator and prey, white man and indian, and all of the collective memory passages are sublime.
i tried to avoid learning too much about the specific plot points of this book before reading it, and i think that was a good move, so i'll say no more. but, damn. DAMN.
gutting perfection.
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i went into this half-blind but full-hearted—i fell hard for that cover at first sight, and i was anticipating its release for what seemed like ages. when it got covid-delayed, i was INCONSOLABLE, but then ended up sitting on it for a couple more months anyway, knowing it would be the perfect book to ring in spooktober. it did not disappoint.
review to come!
come to my blog!
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fulfilling book riot's 2020 read harder challenge task #24: Read a book in any genre by a Native, First Nations, or Indigenous author
but more importantly, WELCOME TO SPOOKTOOOOBER!!
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this book opens big and strong and violent, but then it sort of shifts, taking a moment to readjust its focus, and in that time i started to have doubts about whether it was going to return to the early promise of those opening pages, but then WHOOOOOO BOY.
if this happens to you—this slackening of reader engagement because you're confused about or not really into where the story’s going, don't worry—it's a temporary dip and once it settles into its groove, it's rich and dark and relentless, kinda like It Follows but with elk.
the story will shift, and shift again, because of REASONS that are for me to know and for you to find out, but it was only that first shift that dislodged me; once i was invested, i stayed invested and every subsequent turn or diversion was earned and appreciated.
i’d heard so many good things about this book, but i was still unprepared for how much i would love it. it is astonishing; the atmosphere, the imagery, how real the characters feel. it’s a horror novel, but it’s so much more than its horror. it’s splattery, but it’s also smart.
there's a very thomas hardy-esque sensibility driving the narrative arc; the longtailed memory of promises made and not kept, the necessity of paying for long-ago sins—in this case a youthful indiscretion committed by four friends growing up on a blackfeet reservation; an act which violated both tribal law and custom, resulting in the kind of waste that nature abhors and will ultimately demand parity.
the repercussions of that event are a long time coming, but when they do, revenge is inevitable and merciless; the brutality of nature given supernatural determination. the experience of being haunted by one’s past is both literal and figurative here, manifesting in the physical and psychological dimensions; characters are haunted by guilt while being stalked by a past that remembers.
the bulk of the story follows lewis, who has long since moved away from the reservation and married a white woman. lewis feels the burden of his past strongly; troubled by guilt and regret as well as the existential dilemma of what it means to be blackfeet in the wider world; the clash between tradition and modernity, the expectations put on him by his own and other people.
it’s a tricky straddling of two worlds, and fate will rush into that space, filling the chasm between doubt and belief, fact and superstition. lewis catches eerie glimpses bridging the past and the present; prickly suspicions giving rise to a simmering paranoia before escalating sharply into deliciously horrific episodes.
but, hey, it’s also funny.
the humor is often self-deprecating or ironic, playing on stereotypes and cliches, but there are also plenty of sly reference points and genre subversions, and when gabe muses, “One little, two little, three little Natives . . . doesn’t really sound right, does it?”, you know he's invoking agatha christie's second, slightly less offensive, title of the book now known as And Then There Were None, with cheeky intent. and when he superimposes a ceiling fan with an animal in a living room, you can almost hear grace zabriskie screaming.
it's brilliant work about identity and heritage and loss, setting up several mirrored oppositions and power dynamic reversals across nature and history, predator and prey, white man and indian, and all of the collective memory passages are sublime.
i tried to avoid learning too much about the specific plot points of this book before reading it, and i think that was a good move, so i'll say no more. but, damn. DAMN.
gutting perfection.
**************************
i went into this half-blind but full-hearted—i fell hard for that cover at first sight, and i was anticipating its release for what seemed like ages. when it got covid-delayed, i was INCONSOLABLE, but then ended up sitting on it for a couple more months anyway, knowing it would be the perfect book to ring in spooktober. it did not disappoint.
review to come!
come to my blog!
December 9, 2022
I’m not saying this is the best horror I’ve ever read, but this is the best horror I’ve ever read
November 25, 2019
Jones has written a chilling and original story of revenge set in contemporary Indian Country that had me staying up late turning pages as fast as I could. The book is bloody and brutal at times, but also intimate, heartbreaking and ultimately hopeful. Jones boldly and bravely incorporates both the difficult and the beautiful parts of contemporary Indian life into his story, never once falling into stereotypes or easy answers but also not shying away from the horrors caused by cycles of violence. I highly recommend.
March 1, 2020
THE ONLY GOOD INDIANS is a superb, gut wrenching novel, and it wrecked me.
I've been sitting here struggling to come up with some words that don't sound like the same old thing. This book is not the same old thing.
I've been sitting here struggling to find a way to relate to you the mind-warping effects of this novel, because it is mind warping.
I wish I had a way to explain how the guilt here was wrapped up and entwined with grief and shame and then buried under the burdens of Native American life.
I wish I could tell you that the tragic truths told in this book were not true, but I'd be lying if I did.
With beautifully written prose that demands your full attention, the ugliest of stories unfolds here. I loved every black and brutal, dark and gray minute of it. I don't what else to say.
My highest recommendation.
Available May 19th, 2020, but you can pre-order here: https://amzn.to/32HkuDS
*Thank you to Saga Press and NetGalley for the e-copy of this book in exchange for my honest feedback. This is it.*
I've been sitting here struggling to come up with some words that don't sound like the same old thing. This book is not the same old thing.
I've been sitting here struggling to find a way to relate to you the mind-warping effects of this novel, because it is mind warping.
I wish I had a way to explain how the guilt here was wrapped up and entwined with grief and shame and then buried under the burdens of Native American life.
I wish I could tell you that the tragic truths told in this book were not true, but I'd be lying if I did.
With beautifully written prose that demands your full attention, the ugliest of stories unfolds here. I loved every black and brutal, dark and gray minute of it. I don't what else to say.
My highest recommendation.
Available May 19th, 2020, but you can pre-order here: https://amzn.to/32HkuDS
*Thank you to Saga Press and NetGalley for the e-copy of this book in exchange for my honest feedback. This is it.*
October 24, 2020
”It’s a good day to die.
I will fight no more forever.
The only good Indian is a dead Indian.
Kill the Indian, save the man.
Bury the hatchet.
Off the reservation.
Indian go home.
No Indians or dogs allowed.”
Ricky is dead. Stomped to death in a bar parking lot in North Dakota. ”INDIAN MAN KILLED IN DISPUTE OUTSIDE BAR.” One of those headlines in a newspaper buried beneath the fold or maybe on page 7B or 14C because there is nothing shocking about it or particularly compelling to readers. Ahh, another one, someone might say. Ricky was somewhere he shouldn’t have been, but then there are few places off the Rez that are ever safe for a man with a tint to his skin. ”The air in there was gritty and yellow, almost crunched between Ricky’s teeth when he’d accidentally opened his mouth.”The air might be toxic, but so were the glares.
But in the end, it isn’t the stomping boots of white men but the hooves that kill him.
Interesting that.
Ricky’s friend Lewis is living off the reservation with a ”Custer Haired Woman.” Is she with him because he is exotic? Even better, an exotic with a job? He likes to bury himself in fantasy books with worlds populated with elves, mermaids, werewolves, and men and women with swinging swords. Those things he sees in the periphery of his vision, are they just a manifestation of his own fertile imagination? He is beset by dreams, terrible dreams, dreams of retribution, and he is the guilty one. His faithful dog is found stomped to death. He duct tapes an elk shape into his living room carpet.
His white woman starts to have doubts about his sanity. She’d be insane not to. What at first was vague shapes has become full fledged apparitions. Is this about ignoring his cultural identity? Or is this about that haunting moment in time from his youth that never felt right? That night when Ricky, Gabe Cross Guns, Cassiday, and he disrespected their culture and acted like crazed white men?
Yeah, that feels right. This feels like revenge, spirit revenge. Something has crawled out of the old ways, and there is a reckoning to be had.
Gabe and Cassiday are the ones who stayed on the rez. Gabe has a daughter named Denorah, who was supposed to be named Deborah, but the drunken scrawl of her father on the birth certificate gave her a unique name and, frankly, she is a girl who deserves an unusual name. She is a basketball sensation. Gabe has fucked up pretty much everything in his life and marvels at the fact that a few minutes of passion produced something so wonderful.
These men only remember bits and pieces of what their grandfathers tried to pass down to them. When Gabe chants, he doesn’t know the words; he only knows how it is supposed to sound. They have broken from tradition, and what little they understand of their collective past is such a parody of the real thing that any vision they conjure will be nearly impossible to interpret. What they see in their visions isn’t a guide to wisdom, but a spawner of fear. Their elders are dead, and if they don’t figure out what is going on, they will soon follow them. This vengeful spirit will not stop with them, not while there is a calf alive, even if she is a whirling, swirling basketball phenom.
INDIAN MASSACRE ON THE REZ, NO SUSPECTS.
Hmm... tragic... someone might think as their eyes skim over the headline while they are raising their fresh roasted coffee to their lips. They might shake their head... those Indians they just won’t assimilate.
This is the first Stephen Graham Jones I’ve read, and I must say, I was impressed. The sense of dread the characters feel combined with the almost resigned acceptance of their fates adds elements of horror to this story that left this reader with uneasy dreams. There is nothing easier than knocking off a bunch of half-assed Indians who are caught between two cultures. They don’t have the tools to succeed in either one. They are nearly tribeless with none of the collected wisdom of their ancestry to save them. Nor are they shrouded in the disbelief of the white culture. They are men exposing their necks to death. Do they still have time to run from what they will never understand?
Make no mistake, this might be labelled horror, but it should also be considered for its literary merit as well. I was really taken in with the authenticity. The current and old Native American slang is such a treat...Custer Haired Woman...Two Leggeds. I really enjoyed the mysticism, the manifestations, the old ways encroaching on the present. What is real? What is a vision? What is a lie?
Jones has something to say about police officers. The careful way that Native Americans have to be around cops has such a relevance with recent events, but frankly this issue existed for them long before blacks were ever brought to these shores. 19th century soldiers/21st century cops...same mentality. ”Dealing with cops is like being around a skittish horse: No sudden movements, nothing shiny or loud. Zero jokes.” They know, especially as people of color, that cops are just looking for a reason to hurt them. Don’t give them a reason. Keep your eyes down. Move slowly. Answer succinctly and quickly. Let out the trapped stale air in your lungs when they leave.
I’m definitely going to be reading more Stephen Graham Jones. If any of my friends and followers have recommendations, do please share them.
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September 2, 2020
Look at other reviews. They mostly all loved this book.
I'm the dumbass that requested and wanted to beg for it thinking I would love it. Then I started reading it and realized I hated the dang thing.
Like that's a shock.
And confession time. I didn't even finish it because I'll pull every hair of my head out if I do.
Don't troll my ass because I'll ignore you.
Booksource: Netgalley in exchange for review.
I'm the dumbass that requested and wanted to beg for it thinking I would love it. Then I started reading it and realized I hated the dang thing.
Like that's a shock.
And confession time. I didn't even finish it because I'll pull every hair of my head out if I do.
Don't troll my ass because I'll ignore you.
Booksource: Netgalley in exchange for review.
August 14, 2020
What an incredibly crazy ride! I finished this book a couple of days ago and it really took me that long to compile my thoughts.
This was my first experience reading Stephen Graham Jones and I don't really believe that it is an experience that I will ever forget. Please note that this book has trigger warnings for: gore, blood, death, violence against animals, death of animals, and more. Also, note that I am not an #ownvoices reviewer so I'm definitely sure there are themes and important aspects of this book that I missed. If you're looking for better insight from an #ownvoices reviewer I would recommend checking this out: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4wQ8U...
The Only Good Indians was a shell shocker of a book for me. It was unlike anything that I've ever read and that definitely is a good thing. This book is set against the back drop of 4 Native men who are being haunted by an entity after an event that takes place 10 years prior to the start of the novel. I must admit that in the beginning I was lost; HOWEVER, Jones does an excellent job weaving the story together while introducing contemporary issues that affect the Native community. I am 100 percent positive that while I was able to acknowledge and recognize some the issues he discussed (i.e. police treatment of the Native community, media treatment of the Native community, alcoholism, interracial dating, the balancing of tradition vs. new), I know that there were themes that I missed. One thing that I did find interesting that I later found in an interview that he gave was this discussion around community and how the incident that these four men participated in was a violation of community. I think there is a good discussion in this book about balance and respect and adhering to the past while also attempting to navigate and create your own future. I also appreciated the inclusion of basketball in this book. While I know that basketball plays a big role in Black communities, I was not truly aware of the scope of significance it had in Native communities. After seeing it appear so many times in the book I did some research and began to understand its significance to the community not only in real life, but also its importance to this book ESPECIALLY at the end (which I truly truly appreciated his take on the theme of the "last woman standing at the end of a horror book/movie"). It simply reminded me that sports in general definitely play a huge role in the marginalized communities. It took nothing short of brilliance for Jones to be able to weave such dynamic and complex topics into what I would even consider a slasher book. It was phenomenal to read a book that had me as the reader questioning my own sense of reality and fiction.
One of my major criticisms of the book was the pacing. I felt as though we were in sections where we hit the ground running and then there were sections that were incredibly slow. I think that sometimes when I'm met with a writing style like that I struggle a bit with wanting to continue the book. There was never a doubt in my mind that I would finish it; however, I think there were some parts of the book where I felt a little dredged down within the text and it forced me to continously re-read sections. I believe I started this book two or three times before I was ever able to make significant progress. While we're on the discussion of writing I would also like to point out that I know that some readers may struggle with the changing of the tenses within the book. It often feels abrupt and sometimes happens without warning, but when I say that I loved his use of the second person narrative I truly mean it. It really made me connect with a certain character and truly gave me a different perspective of the story.
Overall, I think that this is a hell of book. There is so much meaning and importance especially since Jones is specifically writing from his experiences as being Blackfeet. I know that I'm now interesting in picking up more of his works. I still can't believe some of the gory scenes that I read, but I think it definitely is pushing me to explore and learn more.
This was my first experience reading Stephen Graham Jones and I don't really believe that it is an experience that I will ever forget. Please note that this book has trigger warnings for: gore, blood, death, violence against animals, death of animals, and more. Also, note that I am not an #ownvoices reviewer so I'm definitely sure there are themes and important aspects of this book that I missed. If you're looking for better insight from an #ownvoices reviewer I would recommend checking this out: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4wQ8U...
The Only Good Indians was a shell shocker of a book for me. It was unlike anything that I've ever read and that definitely is a good thing. This book is set against the back drop of 4 Native men who are being haunted by an entity after an event that takes place 10 years prior to the start of the novel. I must admit that in the beginning I was lost; HOWEVER, Jones does an excellent job weaving the story together while introducing contemporary issues that affect the Native community. I am 100 percent positive that while I was able to acknowledge and recognize some the issues he discussed (i.e. police treatment of the Native community, media treatment of the Native community, alcoholism, interracial dating, the balancing of tradition vs. new), I know that there were themes that I missed. One thing that I did find interesting that I later found in an interview that he gave was this discussion around community and how the incident that these four men participated in was a violation of community. I think there is a good discussion in this book about balance and respect and adhering to the past while also attempting to navigate and create your own future. I also appreciated the inclusion of basketball in this book. While I know that basketball plays a big role in Black communities, I was not truly aware of the scope of significance it had in Native communities. After seeing it appear so many times in the book I did some research and began to understand its significance to the community not only in real life, but also its importance to this book ESPECIALLY at the end (which I truly truly appreciated his take on the theme of the "last woman standing at the end of a horror book/movie"). It simply reminded me that sports in general definitely play a huge role in the marginalized communities. It took nothing short of brilliance for Jones to be able to weave such dynamic and complex topics into what I would even consider a slasher book. It was phenomenal to read a book that had me as the reader questioning my own sense of reality and fiction.
One of my major criticisms of the book was the pacing. I felt as though we were in sections where we hit the ground running and then there were sections that were incredibly slow. I think that sometimes when I'm met with a writing style like that I struggle a bit with wanting to continue the book. There was never a doubt in my mind that I would finish it; however, I think there were some parts of the book where I felt a little dredged down within the text and it forced me to continously re-read sections. I believe I started this book two or three times before I was ever able to make significant progress. While we're on the discussion of writing I would also like to point out that I know that some readers may struggle with the changing of the tenses within the book. It often feels abrupt and sometimes happens without warning, but when I say that I loved his use of the second person narrative I truly mean it. It really made me connect with a certain character and truly gave me a different perspective of the story.
Overall, I think that this is a hell of book. There is so much meaning and importance especially since Jones is specifically writing from his experiences as being Blackfeet. I know that I'm now interesting in picking up more of his works. I still can't believe some of the gory scenes that I read, but I think it definitely is pushing me to explore and learn more.
August 7, 2021
4.0 Stars
This book is one that definitely required a reread in order for me to appreciate it's brilliance.
I have such a complicated history with this horror novel. I finally finished it after starting and putting it down THREE previous times. I love indigenous fiction, but I struggled a lot with the writing style and dialect. For this readthrough, I listened to the audiobook, which definitely helped to get me into the flow of the narrative. I have since reread this one and love it more the second time around.
This was definitely a slower paced character driven story. The horror aspects were incredibly well done. There were a lot of fantastic elements of psychological horror woven into the plot with some gruesome and memorable scenes. I also loved how the book provided so much social commentary on the prejudices and stereotyping of indigenous people. The themes in this novel were woven in the story in such a natural way. I felt that few of the sections towards the end drew out the story unnecessarily long, but overall I enjoyed this one.
Content warnings for harm to animals.
I would recommend this one to seasoned horror readers looking for a smart piece of diverse literary fiction.
Disclaimer: I received a review copy from Simon & Schuster Canada along with the audiobook version from LibroFM.
This book is one that definitely required a reread in order for me to appreciate it's brilliance.
I have such a complicated history with this horror novel. I finally finished it after starting and putting it down THREE previous times. I love indigenous fiction, but I struggled a lot with the writing style and dialect. For this readthrough, I listened to the audiobook, which definitely helped to get me into the flow of the narrative. I have since reread this one and love it more the second time around.
This was definitely a slower paced character driven story. The horror aspects were incredibly well done. There were a lot of fantastic elements of psychological horror woven into the plot with some gruesome and memorable scenes. I also loved how the book provided so much social commentary on the prejudices and stereotyping of indigenous people. The themes in this novel were woven in the story in such a natural way. I felt that few of the sections towards the end drew out the story unnecessarily long, but overall I enjoyed this one.
Content warnings for harm to animals.
I would recommend this one to seasoned horror readers looking for a smart piece of diverse literary fiction.
Disclaimer: I received a review copy from Simon & Schuster Canada along with the audiobook version from LibroFM.
August 12, 2021
The 2021 Dragon Awards finalists are out! An annual fan-awarded contest, voting is open to all who register, and does NOT require a membership or any other monetary investment.
THE ONLY GOOD INDIANS is up for Best Horror novel & deserves the win.
Details of how you can vote & when they're awarded: https://www.tor.com/2021/08/12/dragon...
WINNER OF THE 2020 BRAM STOKER AWARD FOR SUPERIOR ACHIEVEMENT IN LONG FICTION!
FINALIST, BRITISH FANTASY AWARD: BEST HORROR NOVEL, 2021! Winners announced at the Birmingham FantasyCon, 26 September 2021.
FINALIST, WORLD FANTASY AWARD: BEST NOVEL, 2021!
WINNER OF THE 2020 LA TIMES/RAY BRADBURY BOOK PRIZE FOR SF/F/H! Watch him explain how the book came to be on YouTube
I RECEIVED A DRC OF THIS NOVEL FROM THE PUBLISHER VIA NETGALLEY. THANK YOU.
Y'ALL. AIN'T. FOUND. HIM. YET. I mean, in your millions who buy Clive Barker and Stephen King. That's the audience that Stephen Graham Jones merits. Major film franchises. TV development deals. The whole shootin' match.
Because this is top-quality writing, using the bones of the genre fleshed out in new and interesting ways. Psychological splatterpunk. Rez Noir. Gore with more.
And now the literary crowd is making "get-up-and-leave" noises. No, no! Sit down. This book isn't another exploitation of "Noble Savages Get Revenge Via Folklore" (seriously, go to Goodreads and search "the wendigo" to see what I mean about exploitation...monsterporn galore and white people writing from their deep personal knowledge of Native American life as far back as 1910). It is #OwnVoices do horror. The point of #OwnVoices is moot if it is construed by the very white people who celebrate it so vocally if it can't be applied to *sniff* mere genre fiction. (And for the record I'm all down with white people reading more Otherwork. I just find the labeling a bit depressing and not a little bit condescending. Do y'all really need roadmaps to find an interest in people who are-but-aren't like you?)
You are defined by the worst thing you've ever done. We all are. But what if the worst thing you've ever done offended not only the social norms and personal dignity of the community you live in, but the very powers of the Universe your community resides among? (There are different powers in every community...?) What the hell is wrong with you, first...you can't not know what you're doing is offensive when you are sneaking around...and second, when you're going against the Universal powers that little sick feeling in your gut should tell you to break the hell off, abort, and go back to where you were before. I speak from experience. As does our point-of-view character, Lewis. One of four buddies who need to get their freezers full before winter hunger attackes their families, these goofuses trespass on the Elders's land to bag an elk. They do that, alright, so strike one. It's a female, strike two. She's pregnant, strike three. The game police, the tribal councils, AND the Universal powers are all lined up to take turns beating up these criminals.
The rest of the review is on my blog.
THE ONLY GOOD INDIANS is up for Best Horror novel & deserves the win.
Details of how you can vote & when they're awarded: https://www.tor.com/2021/08/12/dragon...
WINNER OF THE 2020 BRAM STOKER AWARD FOR SUPERIOR ACHIEVEMENT IN LONG FICTION!
FINALIST, BRITISH FANTASY AWARD: BEST HORROR NOVEL, 2021! Winners announced at the Birmingham FantasyCon, 26 September 2021.
FINALIST, WORLD FANTASY AWARD: BEST NOVEL, 2021!
WINNER OF THE 2020 LA TIMES/RAY BRADBURY BOOK PRIZE FOR SF/F/H! Watch him explain how the book came to be on YouTube
I RECEIVED A DRC OF THIS NOVEL FROM THE PUBLISHER VIA NETGALLEY. THANK YOU.
Y'ALL. AIN'T. FOUND. HIM. YET. I mean, in your millions who buy Clive Barker and Stephen King. That's the audience that Stephen Graham Jones merits. Major film franchises. TV development deals. The whole shootin' match.
Because this is top-quality writing, using the bones of the genre fleshed out in new and interesting ways. Psychological splatterpunk. Rez Noir. Gore with more.
And now the literary crowd is making "get-up-and-leave" noises. No, no! Sit down. This book isn't another exploitation of "Noble Savages Get Revenge Via Folklore" (seriously, go to Goodreads and search "the wendigo" to see what I mean about exploitation...monsterporn galore and white people writing from their deep personal knowledge of Native American life as far back as 1910). It is #OwnVoices do horror. The point of #OwnVoices is moot if it is construed by the very white people who celebrate it so vocally if it can't be applied to *sniff* mere genre fiction. (And for the record I'm all down with white people reading more Otherwork. I just find the labeling a bit depressing and not a little bit condescending. Do y'all really need roadmaps to find an interest in people who are-but-aren't like you?)
You are defined by the worst thing you've ever done. We all are. But what if the worst thing you've ever done offended not only the social norms and personal dignity of the community you live in, but the very powers of the Universe your community resides among? (There are different powers in every community...?) What the hell is wrong with you, first...you can't not know what you're doing is offensive when you are sneaking around...and second, when you're going against the Universal powers that little sick feeling in your gut should tell you to break the hell off, abort, and go back to where you were before. I speak from experience. As does our point-of-view character, Lewis. One of four buddies who need to get their freezers full before winter hunger attackes their families, these goofuses trespass on the Elders's land to bag an elk. They do that, alright, so strike one. It's a female, strike two. She's pregnant, strike three. The game police, the tribal councils, AND the Universal powers are all lined up to take turns beating up these criminals.
The rest of the review is on my blog.
November 21, 2021
Absolutely not what I was expecting, and 100%, positively not for me.
I don't know why I forced myself to finish this. I guess since I just came out of a bit of a slump, I should finish a book. But honestly, I knew within the first 50 pages that I wouldn't like this. And I don't usually want to rate a book 1 star unless I dnf'd it, but frankly, I dnf'd this one many times in my head. And there was close to nothing I liked about it even the slightest bit. So this rating feels fair for the braincells I lost.
The first thing I came to dislike was the writing. It felt awkward and boxy, the sentences were structured in a way that was unnecessarily convoluted, at times overly discriptive (I swear this novel was one fifth about basketball. There was so much basketball talk. And when it wasn't about basketball, it was about motorcycles. I am gay. I didn't understand and didn't care) and at others, it just failed to give essential context, leaving me confused, lost and frustrated. Part of this would be the cultural background of the four main characters. Granted, the author does not owe me an explanation on how Native reservations 'work' and certainly doesn't have to give me a history lesson, but as someone who loves learning new information through good fiction, this was a real missed opportunity for me personally.
The second thing I came to dislike was the characters. This is the type of book where I won't remember a single person in one week. Because they had no personality aside from being dumb idiots. I swear, the bullshit that came out of these men's mouths. All their actions felt supremely irrational, made no sense due to lack of motivation, and gave me a lot of "I'm an angry man and I shall deal with this violently!"-vibes. Often times a character would jump to a conclusion without literally any sort of evidence, solely based on speculation, which would then often just... result in murder?? I was at a loss for words.
The third thing, and by far the biggest issue I had with the book, is that it is not scary. It is actually super boring despite being very short. The only 'shocking' things it does, to me, is be incredibly, disturbingly violent towards animals. There was so, so much animal death in this book. As someone who is not usually bothered too much by human violence, but heavily affected by animals suffering, dying or being killed, it was an absolute nightmare to read, and not in a fun way. Four dogs were murdered in this novel. And for no reason. Plus, while the big, horrifying thing the four protagonists do in their early 20s was definitely a sickening passage to read, I can't help but feel it did not offer enough of an incentive for the revenge plot that then kicks into place. Those feelings probably make more sense if you also know what happens, but to me, it felt a little hypocritical to condemn their (undoubtedly idiotic and heartless) actions while turning a blind eye on other, similar transgressions.
So overall, what I got was a horror book that was not scary, had flat characters, and was mainly violence against animals, stupid men, basketball talk and motorcycle mechanics. Miss me with that.
I don't know why I forced myself to finish this. I guess since I just came out of a bit of a slump, I should finish a book. But honestly, I knew within the first 50 pages that I wouldn't like this. And I don't usually want to rate a book 1 star unless I dnf'd it, but frankly, I dnf'd this one many times in my head. And there was close to nothing I liked about it even the slightest bit. So this rating feels fair for the braincells I lost.
The first thing I came to dislike was the writing. It felt awkward and boxy, the sentences were structured in a way that was unnecessarily convoluted, at times overly discriptive (I swear this novel was one fifth about basketball. There was so much basketball talk. And when it wasn't about basketball, it was about motorcycles. I am gay. I didn't understand and didn't care) and at others, it just failed to give essential context, leaving me confused, lost and frustrated. Part of this would be the cultural background of the four main characters. Granted, the author does not owe me an explanation on how Native reservations 'work' and certainly doesn't have to give me a history lesson, but as someone who loves learning new information through good fiction, this was a real missed opportunity for me personally.
The second thing I came to dislike was the characters. This is the type of book where I won't remember a single person in one week. Because they had no personality aside from being dumb idiots. I swear, the bullshit that came out of these men's mouths. All their actions felt supremely irrational, made no sense due to lack of motivation, and gave me a lot of "I'm an angry man and I shall deal with this violently!"-vibes. Often times a character would jump to a conclusion without literally any sort of evidence, solely based on speculation, which would then often just... result in murder?? I was at a loss for words.
The third thing, and by far the biggest issue I had with the book, is that it is not scary. It is actually super boring despite being very short. The only 'shocking' things it does, to me, is be incredibly, disturbingly violent towards animals. There was so, so much animal death in this book. As someone who is not usually bothered too much by human violence, but heavily affected by animals suffering, dying or being killed, it was an absolute nightmare to read, and not in a fun way. Four dogs were murdered in this novel. And for no reason. Plus, while the big, horrifying thing the four protagonists do in their early 20s was definitely a sickening passage to read, I can't help but feel it did not offer enough of an incentive for the revenge plot that then kicks into place. Those feelings probably make more sense if you also know what happens, but to me, it felt a little hypocritical to condemn their (undoubtedly idiotic and heartless) actions while turning a blind eye on other, similar transgressions.
So overall, what I got was a horror book that was not scary, had flat characters, and was mainly violence against animals, stupid men, basketball talk and motorcycle mechanics. Miss me with that.
May 20, 2020
Being an Indian and loving horror I was excited to get this ARC. The premise was original and intriguing, it drew me in. It turned out to be a huge disappointment. The writing was flat, banal and confusing. It was slow paced and just never grabbed me.
November 17, 2021
Was this a horror or basketball book?
That is a serious question because I felt like I was reading a sports book instead of a horror book and thus my rating should be no surprise, but in the event that you would like to hear my thoughts:
The premise of this novel made me believe that this would be a story of four friends facing the consequences of something they had done in their childhood by some demonic creature or something. Yeah that's kind of what happens but not really.
First of all the four friends are no longer friends so we have a weirdly divided novel that focuses on each of the characters with uneven pacing. One of the guys only gets one chapter!!! I'll be the first to admit this might have been my mistake - entering this novel with different expectations - so I had to quickly redshift my thoughts and focus on what was going on.
Except that was nearly impossible. The writing style was so horrid (maybe the only scary thing about this novel?) It was so choppy and lacked any flow. I had to re-read sentences multiple times to see if I missed something but I don't think I missed anything? It was like words were placed together with no reason. Again, I'll take the blame, I wasn't ready for this writing style but I'll give it a try and focus on the characters.
I despised them all! There was not one character I felt sorry for or wanted to root for. They were all the same grimy man, with the same attitude in their dialogue and no character development from how they were as children. If you catch my drift, a lot of things are started to go wrong about this novel - pace is off, writing style is off, now the characters - one more chance, I'll focus on the plot.
They are playing basketball and then in the next chapter they play basketball again (alright cool when is this going to get scary?) Oh is this lady going to be super creepy - no, she's just going to show off her basketball skills okay....
WHY IS THERE SO MUCH BASKETBALL IN THIS NOVEL?!?!?!
I mean at this point rename it The Only Good Basketball Playing Indians
I don't really care about spoilers in this novel because all I want to know is why the final showdown between the elk demon was a basketball game. Yes, you read that right. They had a playoff against an elk demon.
I can't. I'm sorry but I tried and suffered through this and writing this review is just pissing me off. Maybe I'll blow off some steam by playing basketball.
read as part of spooky season haunted tales that hopefully keep me up till the witching hour
🕸 picture of dorian gray
🕸 we have always lived in the castle
🕸 rules for vanishing
🕸 dracula
🕸 dangers of smoking in bed
🕸 fever dream
🕸 dr.jekyll and mr.hyde
🕸 the houseguest and other stories
🕸 frankenstein in baghdad
🕸 the woman in black
🕸 carmilla
🕸 the collector
🕸 the only good indians
That is a serious question because I felt like I was reading a sports book instead of a horror book and thus my rating should be no surprise, but in the event that you would like to hear my thoughts:
The premise of this novel made me believe that this would be a story of four friends facing the consequences of something they had done in their childhood by some demonic creature or something. Yeah that's kind of what happens but not really.
First of all the four friends are no longer friends so we have a weirdly divided novel that focuses on each of the characters with uneven pacing. One of the guys only gets one chapter!!! I'll be the first to admit this might have been my mistake - entering this novel with different expectations - so I had to quickly redshift my thoughts and focus on what was going on.
Except that was nearly impossible. The writing style was so horrid (maybe the only scary thing about this novel?) It was so choppy and lacked any flow. I had to re-read sentences multiple times to see if I missed something but I don't think I missed anything? It was like words were placed together with no reason. Again, I'll take the blame, I wasn't ready for this writing style but I'll give it a try and focus on the characters.
I despised them all! There was not one character I felt sorry for or wanted to root for. They were all the same grimy man, with the same attitude in their dialogue and no character development from how they were as children. If you catch my drift, a lot of things are started to go wrong about this novel - pace is off, writing style is off, now the characters - one more chance, I'll focus on the plot.
They are playing basketball and then in the next chapter they play basketball again (alright cool when is this going to get scary?) Oh is this lady going to be super creepy - no, she's just going to show off her basketball skills okay....
WHY IS THERE SO MUCH BASKETBALL IN THIS NOVEL?!?!?!
I mean at this point rename it The Only Good Basketball Playing Indians
I don't really care about spoilers in this novel because all I want to know is why the final showdown between the elk demon was a basketball game. Yes, you read that right. They had a playoff against an elk demon.
I can't. I'm sorry but I tried and suffered through this and writing this review is just pissing me off. Maybe I'll blow off some steam by playing basketball.
read as part of spooky season haunted tales that hopefully keep me up till the witching hour
🕸 picture of dorian gray
🕸 we have always lived in the castle
🕸 rules for vanishing
🕸 dracula
🕸 dangers of smoking in bed
🕸 fever dream
🕸 dr.jekyll and mr.hyde
🕸 the houseguest and other stories
🕸 frankenstein in baghdad
🕸 the woman in black
🕸 carmilla
🕸 the collector
🕸 the only good indians
April 15, 2023
The Only Good Indians follows four Indigenous American men after a disturbing event from their youth puts them in a desperate struggle for their lives.
Tracked by an entity bent on revenge, these childhood friends are helpless as the culture and traditions they left behind catch up to them in a violent, vengeful way.
The first 150 pages of this book were brilliant! The build up, the graphic horror scenes, the back story. It was atmospheric and bloody, everything I love in horror. I couldn’t stop reading. But then it all went downhill.
All of the momentum that was built up, suddenly gone. My attention was constantly slipping. I was pulled out of the story and finishing this became a bit of a chore.
There is no denying that this book is well written. The writing is beautiful. I also loved the setting and I enjoyed learning about reservation life and the Indigenous American culture.
I’m definitely not finished with this Author. I’m still looking forward to reading his recent release.
Tracked by an entity bent on revenge, these childhood friends are helpless as the culture and traditions they left behind catch up to them in a violent, vengeful way.
The first 150 pages of this book were brilliant! The build up, the graphic horror scenes, the back story. It was atmospheric and bloody, everything I love in horror. I couldn’t stop reading. But then it all went downhill.
All of the momentum that was built up, suddenly gone. My attention was constantly slipping. I was pulled out of the story and finishing this became a bit of a chore.
There is no denying that this book is well written. The writing is beautiful. I also loved the setting and I enjoyed learning about reservation life and the Indigenous American culture.
I’m definitely not finished with this Author. I’m still looking forward to reading his recent release.
August 13, 2020
This was horror of a different type, and the author did his job well. However, I came close to shutting the cover on this book twice, almost willing to add another title to my DNF shelf rather than continue with it. My GR buddies who know me best are aware of the thickness of my rhino skin, my sensibilities are practically non-existent. But within these pages, there is something that just kept biting too close to the quick. I reckon that is a sign of some fine writing, and I thoroughly enjoyed the Native American lore. But 3 stars are all I can muster for my rating based strictly on personal preference.
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September 30, 2020This was an amazing read. As an indigenous woman from Brazil, it's heartwarming reading a horror book written and about native peoples.
The pace of the book is very tense sometimes and very fast and crazy at others. The conclusion was just perfect.
The more I think about it, the more I love it!
The pace of the book is very tense sometimes and very fast and crazy at others. The conclusion was just perfect.
The more I think about it, the more I love it!
July 16, 2020
I enjoyed this one, just not as much as I was hoping to.
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