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A HARROWING, INTENSE FIRST NOVEL TOLD IN THE MESMERIZING VOICE OF AN IMPRISONED TEENAGE GIRL IN THE FAR NORTH
"With offers a fully realized and authentic narrator beset with tremendous personal and cultural obstacles. Trista's deftly portrayed sense of delusion, despair and hope is ultimately both moving and unsettling." — NATIONAL POST
"With balances Trista’s instability and crudeness of speech with a lyric sensibility…. The heightened language and the influence of native mythology are incorporated seamlessly into the narration, and deepen the novel without undermining the plausibility of Trista’s voice…. [T]he emotional force of this novel is undeniable." — QUILL AND QUIRE
Canada's Northwest Territories, which straddles the Arctic Circle east of Alaska, is rich in natural resources, especially oil, which has attracted an influx of white men from the South. In the Western Arctic, they work the rigs and create children with the local Inuvialuit (Eskimo, or "'sko") and Gwich'in (Indian) women. Children like Trista, who tells her story in this novel.
Fifteen-year-old Trista gives birth to a daughter named Faith, born deaf and nearly blind, in the Polar Girls' Prison in Jackfish Bay, NWT. Like many other impoverished adolescents in her rural northern community, Trista's young life is already caught in a decline of sexual abuse, drunkenness, and failed motherhood. When her partner Tyler enters her life, he teaches her to dream of a better future and a truer love. Trista sees her relationship with Tyler and her new pregnancy as a fresh start. But in the course of one night while Tyler is away in Yellowknife, a reunion with an old boyfriend entangles Trista in a convenience store robbery and murder. Having Faith is the story of how Trista copes with the tragedy of her young life, comes to understand herself, and finds hope.
Pulled down by the misery of her situation, Trista starts cutting and is put under solitary confinement, away from her baby, when her self-destructive habits are discovered. Her salvation comes from the compassion of prison counsellors, visits from her best friend, and her love for her baby. While her dream of reuniting her family becomes more and more distant as weeks go by without hearing from Tyler, she reflects on her lost childhood in language that is unpretentious and unsentimental.
Cathleen With has written an extraordinary, unforgettable story that is jarring in its harsh portrayal of poverty and prison life. No other novel has ever told us of the lives lived amidst the clash of cultures in this remote region.
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Having Faith in the Polar Girls' Prison
Feb 28, 2009, Penguin Group Canada
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"ON A GOOD DAY , when the snow is just so flaking soft down, I’m inside my small room, watching it flutter onto the scrub trees, some kids passing by on skidoos, their cheeks red and chafed, mouths open and laughing. Me and Faith inside, warm, and Faith at my breast, sucking proper, I think on her all normal future, running to her new mom. Her hair in pigtails, her feet have on the seal slippers Nanuk sent her, and me watching her on the webcam here. Lord knows how long they’re keeping me inside. I forget all the good I keep trying to remember, how we’re calling our grandmothers Nanuk, and trying to get some old spirits talking to me in here, like Nanuk says to me, “Trista, remember your Snow Nanuks, we all who are loving you. Remember what the good they learned in you.” Who is going to save me and Faith but those northern spirits long gone? Who is going to look at me, quarter ‘sko, three-quarters rig pig and who knows what else, and my little fucked-up baby? Faithy starts to gurgle a bit, this hum she gets when she’s done feeding. I swear she’s looking at me, she’s got these dreamy eyes on me, lips pushed together with her tiny mouth humming and I put her up to my shoulder, pat her little bum. Her hand brushes against my ulu necklace, the one Mom gave me when I was little. Then the red light goes on, and the bell goes off. My door snicks open, free from its electric lock."
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"ON A GOOD DAY , when the snow is just so flaking soft down, I’m inside my small room, watching it flutter onto the scrub trees, some kids passing by on skidoos, their cheeks red and chafed, mouths open and laughing. Me and Faith inside, warm, and Faith at my breast, sucking proper, I think on her all normal future, running to her new mom. Her hair in pigtails, her feet have on the seal slippers Nanuk sent her, and me watching her on the webcam here. Lord knows how long they’re keeping me inside. I forget all the good I keep trying to remember, how we’re calling our grandmothers Nanuk, and trying to get some old spirits talking to me in here, like Nanuk says to me, “Trista, remember your Snow Nanuks, we all who are loving you. Remember what the good they learned in you.” Who is going to save me and Faith but those northern spirits long gone? Who is going to look at me, quarter ‘sko, three-quarters rig pig and who knows what else, and my little fucked-up baby? Faithy starts to gurgle a bit, this hum she gets when she’s done feeding. I swear she’s looking at me, she’s got these dreamy eyes on me, lips pushed together with her tiny mouth humming and I put her up to my shoulder, pat her little bum. Her hand brushes against my ulu necklace, the one Mom gave me when I was little. Then the red light goes on, and the bell goes off. My door snicks open, free from its electric lock."
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