A review by rottingintheplot
The Buffalo Hunter Hunter by Stephen Graham Jones

adventurous challenging dark tense

5.0

“I didn’t look around, though. You can’t look around, every time you think you’re not alone.”

I read this in one sleep ((wink, wink)). I couldn’t put it down. I was deeply deeply deeply entranced. Good Stab’s story, his internal battle, his heartbreaks, his journey through being this vampire… and then, well, go back. Were introduced to Etsy-Betsy-Etsy, great-great-great granddaughter of Arthur Beaucharane, and are so gracefully slipped into 1912. And 1870. And Good Stab. Like how the real-bear prepares for sleep. And dreams. And this whole tale was the best and horrific fever dream you will ever have. 

I feel that’s not even good enough to describe it. I know it’s not. Because that doesn’t factor in the love and care of telling ANY part of the Blackfeet story (on my part) which SGJ does beautifully and with succinct horror. 

This was my introduction to SGJ. I will be back for more. I have no words, intelligent words, obviously by the repetitive use of “and. And. And.” 

I’d rather have a whole discussion with anyone willing to listen about how much I loved every element of this book and preach harder than Arthur ever did about how you need to read it. 

“My heart is empty now from telling this, Three-Persons. So is my pipe.” 

Good Stab, you were every man ever - More than Weasel Plume, Takes No Scalps, killer, Dracula, father, judge, executioner of justice, rider, everything. The land.  

>>>> Also, while I’m actually really good at interpreting native language for what we call things (for a midwestern white girl), I found this link helpful. There were a FEW I got stuck on like, “white cheeks” and “black sky iron”. 

https://open.substack.com/pub/greggreene/p/readers-guide-to-the-buffalo-hunter?r=e7d9v&utm_medium=ios