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9781772270518

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English

Poids de l'ouvrage

6 Mo

Finalist for the 2014 Governor General’s Literary Award!
In this adventurous novel—set in the ancient Arctic, but told by an inquisitive and entertaining contemporary narrator—a wandering Inuit hunter named Kannujaq happens upon a camp in grave peril. The inhabitants of the camp are Tuniit, a race of ancient Inuit ancestors known for their shyness and strength. The tranquility of this Tuniit camp has been shaken by a group of murderous, pale, bearded strangers who have arrived on a huge boat shaped like a loon. Unbeknownst to Kannujaq, he has stumbled upon a battle between the Tuniit and a group of Viking warriors, but as the camp prepares to defend itself against the approaching newcomers, Kannujaq discovers that the Vikings may have motivations other than murder and warfare at the heart of their quest. This lush historical fiction is steeped in Inuit traditional knowledge and concepts of ancient Inuit magic.
Winner for the Burt Award for First Nations, Inuit and Métis Literature
Best New Book for CSM’s 25 Best New Books for Middle-Graders

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Date de parution

01 avril 2014

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EAN13

9781772270518

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Poids de l'ouvrage

6 Mo

Skraelings

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Qîtsuaîk-Tînsey, Race, 1953-, autor Skraeîngs : cases în te od Arctîc / Race and Sean Qîtsuaîk-Tînsey.

ïSBN 978-1-927095-54-6 (pbk.)

1. ïnuît--Juvenîe Ictîon. ï. Qîtsuaîk-Tînsey, Sean, 1969-, autor ïï. Tîte.

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ClashesintheOldArctic

Rachel and Sean QitsualikTinsley

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Here’s te story o a young man wo, at te tîme o îs tae, ad no cue were îs amîy mîgt be îvîng. ï you ad been tere to ask, te best answer e mîgt ave gîven îs: “Somewere beînd me.” Not tat e was ost. No, ît was sîmpy tat appîness means dîferent tîngs to dîferent peope— and ît was îs great joy to trave across strange ands. He went wîtout uman companîonsîp. He ad no îdea were e was goîng. here were no enemîes în îs îe. No rîends (except maybe îs sed dogs). Yet not one o tese acts meant tat e was ost. Unknown paces, even uncertaînty about were e woud next seep or eat, rarey rîgtened te young unter. You, owever, woever you are readîng tîs, woud ave scared îm. Not because you ave two eads, or you’re cooured green, or you come rom anoter panet. No, ît’s exacty because you come rom te same panet as îm tat you mîgt ave scared tîs person. You see, you are rom anotertîme. On our

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eart, te eart tat you know, te word îs coked wît peope. We can see tem on TV. Sît wît tem on an aîrpane. Brus souders wît tem în busy as or on te street. Uness you’re very ucky, you don’t know wat quîet îs. Rea sîence. Not te quîet you get wen oks stop yammerîng. We’re takîng about te sîence o standîng aone în te wîde Arctîc—on te great and— were ony te wînd or an odd raven wîspers rom tîme to tîme, and te oudest sound îs your own breat. hat kînd o quîet as a eavîness to ît. A îe o îts own, you mîgt say. And tat îs te sort o quîet our unter was used to. hîs îs not to say tat you coudn’t ave been rîends wît te young man, sînce e was very muc a uman beîng, îke yourse. ït îs sîmpy tat, even î, by some magîc, you coud ave spoken a common anguage wît îm, your îdeas o te word woud ave been very dîferent. To be onest, te easy part woud ave been expaînîng teevîsîons and aîrpanes to îm. Even busy as and streets. But ow woud you ave gotten across te sîmpe îdea o a country? Or a border? ïn our word, te eart îs so crowded. here are so many rues. ït’s norma tat everyone knows teîr cîtîzensîp. You can barey move wîtout a passport. And you can’t step on a cot o and tat asn’t been measured and assessed or îts vaue. ït woud be strange to ear o and tat îsn’t owned. Every înc o dîrt, în our tîme, beongs to somebody. ïn our word, peope even tak about wo soud own te moon. But te young unter’s and was not just dîrt, you see. ït was not and wît a îtte “”: sometîng we can measure and pretend to own. Hîs was te and. And e caed îtNuna. And îke everytîng under te Sky, ît ad a îe o îts own.

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and as property woud ave made te young man and îs reatîves aug. Ater a, te Nuna was a mystery. No one knew îts entîre sape or extent. Humanîty dîd not set îmîts on te and. he and set îmîts on umanîty. ït was te and, încudîng te sea tat bordered ît, tat made demands on ow a îe exîsted. “No one can even contro te and,” Kannujaq mîgt ave tod you, “so ow can one own ît?” hat was te young unter’s name, by te way: Kannujaq. He was named or a mysterîous stuf tat came rom te and. ïn îs anguage,kannujaq descrîbed a unny, reddîs materîa. ït was rare, but known to a ew o îs peope. You probaby woud ave recognîzed ît, caed ît “copper,” and trîed to te Kannujaq tat ît was a meta—but tat woud ave meant very îtte to îm. You see, a tîny bît o copper was te ony meta e ad ever seen. You mîgt ave ten trîed to expaîn to tîs young unter tat e ony tougt copper was specîa because e îved în te Arctîc, and so ong ago. But we amost orgot: you can’t te Kannujaq anytîng. ït woud be over a tousand years beore we coud wrîte about Kannujaq, muc ess et you read about îm. And no matter ow ard Kannujaq dreamed, e coud never ave îmagîned peope îke us. ïn Kannujaq’s tîme and pace, e was usuay too busy to dream, anyway. he and never et îs mînd wander or ong, odîng îm în an eterna moment. To tîs day, ît as tat power, te abîîty to orce te mînd înto a sînge poînt o attentîon. Vîsît ît sometîme. Fînd a pace away rom “progress.” Maybe you’ see wy te and was suc a beoved mystery to Kannujaq and îs ok. Wîe you’re on te Nuna, stand on a wîndswept rîdge. Raîse your arms, open to te grand Sky. And îmagîne ow Kannujaq stood.

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