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|Nation of Islam||world||2010||Brunner, John. Stand on Zanzibar. Garden City, NY: Doubleday (1968); pg. 160.|| "'I can't say I see much better times ahead for Muslims, either [comparing them to Christians], either; though Islam has become a sizeable minority religion in the Western West in the past half-century, the spearhead of its advance has been the descendant of a schism, like the Right Catholics. I mean, naturally, the Children of X [probably named after Malcom X], who have constructed nothing more than an analogue of Christianity using their murdered patron as their Osiris-Attis-Jesus figure. They'll go the way of the mystery religions of ancient times, and for the same reason: they're exclusionist, and you aren't allowed in unless you fulfill certain conditions of birth, primarily that you should be recognisably coloured...' "; Pg. 313: "'Another thing, religion-wise. I'm a Catholic myself. You?'
'Not a Child of X?'
'No, orthodox.' "
|Nation of Islam||world||2076||Morehouse, Lyda. Archangel Protocol. New York: Penguin Putnam (2001); pg. 76.|| "No group has claimed responsibility for the Paris attack, but Christendom spokesperson Shelia McEvers believes this to be the work of the LINK-terrorist group known as Malachim Nikamah [Hasidic Jews]... 'The method is very similar,' she said. 'Cruelty like this could only come from a non-Christian group like the Malachim shel Nikamah. Who else would do this kind of crazy, destructive thing?'
The Nation of Islam cautioned the Vatican regarding issuing broad statements against non-Christians, but joined in denouncing today's attack. Both superpowers donated extensively to the relief fund. "
|National Council of Churches of Christ in the U.S.A.||USA||2030||Disch, Thomas M. On Wings of Song. New York: St. Martin's Press (1978); pg. 85.||"Who was Reverend Van Dyke to be making such pronouncements? Just because he'd spent a few weeks traveling to such places as Cairo and Bombay for the National Council of Churches' Triage Committee didn't give him the authority to write off the whole damned world! "|
|National Council of Churches of Christ in the U.S.A.||world||1998||Disch, Thomas M. The Dreams Our Stuff Is Made Of: How Science Fiction Conquered the World. New York: Simon & Schuster (2000; c. 1998); pg. 150.||"These are immemorial religious traditions, and so it's little wonder that the National Council of Churches and the Catholic church have entered amicus briefs in support of Scientology in many court battles. "|
|Native American Church||New Mexico||2065||Robinson, Kim Stanley. Pacific Edge. New York: Tor (1990); pg. 89.||"And actually Kevin is the emperor of intellect, compared to his partner Hank. Hank is short and balding, with forearms as thick as his neck. He's in his mid-forties, though he looks older than that. Apparently he was once a student in the seminary of that Native American church down in New Mexico, and it shows. He is prone to sudden spells of gaping. He'll be working at a maniac's pace... when bang he'll stop whatever he is doing and stare open-mouthed at it, entranced. "|
|Native Americans||Africa||2008||McDonald, Ian. Evolution's Shore. New York: Bantam (1997; c. 1995); pg. 53.|| "'It is woman's work, and tonight you are an honorary man,' Tembo said.
You guys have a lot to learn about feminism, Gaby thought as coffee came around. And you girls too. "
|Native Americans||Alaska||1999||Cerasini, Marc. Godzilla 2000. New York: Random House (1997); pg. 114.|| "The aged shaman came down from a tundra village near the Noatak River in a very remote area of Alaska far above the Seward Peninsula, where the Athabaskan people still lived by subsistence and followed the ancient traditions.
...The men in Minnow, a tiny village on the shore of Norton Sound, heeded the shaman. They left their comfortable wooden houses and their color televisions and their satellite dishes and constructed a low structure out of sticks, walrus bone, and seal skins in the way of their forefathers. Then the men of the village stripped off their clothes and entered the qasgiq.
As per tradition, the shaman presided over the ritual ceremony. He stroked the fire built in the central pit, then banked it and tossed in some green branches to create smoke. " [More, pg. 114-117, 132-135, 166.]
|Native Americans||Arizona||1944||Horne, Lewis. "The People Who Were Not There " in Bright Angels & Familiars. (Eugene England, ed.) Salt Lake City, UT: Signature Books (1992; story c. 1973); pg. 56-57.|| "Above me seated bareback and peering down with scarcely a smile--or worse, as though I scarcely merited a smile--was an Indian boy a year or so older than me. Not an Apache. Nothing romantic. Simply a boy from the nearby reservation. The bottoms of his shoes, openings like boils on the worn soles, hit my line of sight, his sock making a downward line from tongue to heel where it disappeared... Finally I raised my head. The Indian boy, higher yet above me, stared down. William and Ken stood near, looking back at him and then down at me.
Embarrassed to be caught worm-like in the weeds, I rose.
'He was going to ride me down. With that horse.'
The Indian boy laughed and rode off bareback down the road.
'He was going to ride me down,' I said to Ken and William.
William frowned, watching the horse. 'That's Clifford Wellington. He's a mean Indian. His dad irrigates for us.' " [Other refs., not in DB.]
|Native Americans||Arizona||1987||Murphy, Pat. "Rachel in Love " in Future on Fire (Orson Scott Card, ed.) New York: Tor (1991; story copyright 1986); pg. 21.||"The people native to this land tell tales of Coyote, a god who was a trickster, unreliable, changeable, mercurial. "|
|Native Americans||Arizona||1991||Fillerup, Michael. "Lost and Found " in Bright Angels & Familiars. (Eugene England, ed.) Salt Lake City, UT: Signature Books (1992; story c. 1991); pg. 185.||"Her name was Loretta Yellowhair, and she had been missing from the Indian Placement Program since August. " [Many other refs. throughout story, not in DB.]|
|Native Americans||Arizona||1993||Shiner, Lewis. Glimpses. New York: William Morrow and Co. (1993); pg. 324.||"My mother had a couple of glasses of wine with dinner and decided to tell the story of me at Indian Bible School. This was the summer when I was ten, at Chaco Canyon National Park... My parents decided to send me to the Vacation Bible School with the Navajo kids. On the first day, in church, I announced in a loud voice that the pew I was sitting in was reserved for white people. " [More.]|
|Native Americans||Arizona||1995||Chalker, Jack L. The Cybernetic Walrus (Book One of The Wonderland Gambit). New York: Ballantine (1995); pg. 32.|| "'Yeah, well, in my misspent youth I hung out for a time in an Arizona commune that used peyote and all sorts of other Native American herbs and drugs.'
'You took it?'
'In those days I'd take anything. But I only took that Holy Circle Communion once, a mixture of a bunch of stuff like that. It was kinda scary. Weird visions, weird creatures, and then, in the end, the whole world sort of disappeared. There was just this grayness all over...' " [More.]
|Native Americans||Arizona||1995||Hawke, Simon. The Whims of Creation. New York: Warner Books (1995); pg. 325.|| "About the Author
Simon Hawke... lives... in the Sonoran desert about thirty-five miles west of Tucson, near Kitt Peak and the Tohono O'Oodham Indian Reservation. "
|Native Americans||Arizona||2011||Willis, Connie. "The Last of the Winnebagos " in Impossible Things. New York: Bantam (1994; story copyright 1988); pg. 16.||"...a row of salt and pepper shakers in the back windows--Indian children, black Scottie dogs, ears of corn. "|
|Native Americans||Arizona||2017||Thornley, Diann. "Thunderbird's Egg " in Washed by a Wave of Wind (M. Shayne Bell, ed.). Salt Lake City, UT: Signature Books (1993); pg. 139.|| "Pilots are as superstitious about flying accidents as my People [Navajos] are about death in any form, but they deal with it in a different way...
That was the morning I reported to the commandant.
'I have to leave, sir,' I told him...
Colonel Haversack... 'Why, Lieutenant?' he asked. 'From what I understand, you have a fine record here...'
I steeled myself. 'It's the eagle, sir,' I told him, unable to meet his gaze. 'Its death is an omen. Some kid of evil is following me.'
Colonel Haversack didn't laugh. He furrowed his brow and considered for several minutes. And then he said,' What drew you to become a pilot in the first place, Lieutenant Ablehorse? It had to be something momentous. I don't believe I've ever seen a native American woman come through UFT in all my years here.' "
|Native Americans||Arizona||2017||Thornley, Diann. "Thunderbird's Egg " in Washed by a Wave of Wind (M. Shayne Bell, ed.). Salt Lake City, UT: Signature Books (1993); pg. 140.||"My flight instructor... studied my for a long moment before he shook his head and muttered, mostly to himself, 'Crazy Indian!' "|
|Native Americans||Arizona||2095||Heinlein, Robert A. "'If This Goes On--' " in Revolt in 2100. New York: Baen (1981; story copyright 1940); pg. 76.|| "I came presently to a little house occupied by a Spanish-Indian family with the usual assortment of children and dogs. I took a chance; many of these people were clandestine Catholics, I knew, and probably hated the proctors as much as I did.
The senora was home. She was flat and kindly and mostly Indian by her appearance. We couldn't talk much as my Spanish is strictly classroom quality... "; Pg. 78: "Maybe that nice Indian woman would hide me until dark?' "
|Native Americans||Arkansas||1997||Elfman, Eric. Our Town (X-Files). New York: HarperCollins (1997); pg. 16.|| "'I read that,' Scully replied, nodding. 'She called it foxfire.'
'Foxfire spirits--they're part of the folklore of the Ozarks, dating back to the nineteenth century.' Mulder leaned forward, and Scully could see the storyteller gleam in his eyes. 'Many people claimed--some swore in court, even--that they watched, helplessly, as their kinfolk were dragged off by fireballs. The bodies were never found. They called it foxfire. Some of them believed it was really the avenging spirit of massacred Indians.' "
|Native Americans||Belize||1991||Foster, Alan Dean. A Call to Arms. New York: Ballantine (1991); pg. 146.||"...Belize City... Meskito Indians fleeing insurrection in Nicaragua... "|
|Native Americans||Brazil||1973||Watson, Ian. The Embedding. New York: Charles Scribner's Sons (1973)||[Book jacket] "Linguist Chris Sole... Chris's friend Pierre works in the South American jungle with the Xemahoa tribe of Amazon Indians who, under the influence of a certain drug, can speak and understand a language normally incomprehensible to them. Using this hallucinatory ability as a weapon, they wage war against an American/Brazilian dam project which threatens their homeland. " [As indicated by this, there are extensive refs. to these Amazon Indians throughout novel. Not in DB.]|
|Native Americans||Brazil||1976||Silverberg, Robert. Dying Inside. New York: Ballantine (1976; c. 1972); pg. 164.||"...and a heavy Levi-Straussian anthropological study, folkways of some Amazonian tribe, that I know I'll never get around to reading. "|
|Native Americans||Brazil||1986||Murphy, Pat. The Falling Woman. New York: Tor (1986); pg. 72.||"...trying to watch a television documentary about the Indians of the Brazilian rain forest. "|
|Native Americans||Brazil||1999||Willis, Connie. "Miracle " in Miracle and Other Christmas Stories. New York: Bantam (1999); pg. 24.|| "'These are organic ornaments,' he said. He held one of the brown things out to her. 'Handmade by the Yanomamo Indians. Each one is made by natural by-products found in the Brazilian rain forest.' He hung the brown thing on the tree.
...'That is my heart's desire. I want you to go away and take this tree and your Yanomamo ornaments with you.'
...The spirit might decide Scott's clothes weren't made of natural fibers or something and turn him into a Yanomamo Indian. "
|Native Americans||Brazil||2010||Card, Orson Scott. "America " (published 1987) in The Norton Book of Science Fiction (Ursula K. Le Guin & Brian Atterbery, editors). New York: W. W. Norton & Co. (1993); pg. 665.||[Year is estimated.] "When they met the first time, Sam was a scrawny teenager from Utah and Anamari was a middle-aged spinster Indian from Brazil. "; Pg. 668: "The Indians of the Amazon did not know they were poor until the Europeans came and made them buy pants, which they couldn't afford, and build houses, which they couldn't keep up, and plant gardens. Plant gardens! In the midst of this magnificent Eden. The jungle life was good. The Europeans made them poor.' " [Other refs. not in DB.]|
|Native Americans||Brazil||2015||McAuley, Paul J. "The Rift " in Vanishing Acts (Ellen Datlow, ed.) New York: Tor (2000); pg. 57.||Pg. 57: "It was quite possible that some of the large mammals which had been wiped out by human invasion of North America had survived in remote areas of the South American rain forest; there had been indisputable sightings of giant sloths by loggers and Alex was pretty sure that the hair samples he had obtained from the local Indians would yield DNA for testing. "; Pg. 62; "...the diary of a Victorian expedition which had penetrated several miles into the Rift before being chased off by a fierce tribe of Indians... He had never told anyone about the notebook; no one but him knew about the indigenous tribe or the other things. The relic bird was nothing compared with the claims of the Rift's first explorers, but of course he couldn't tell Wilson about that, just as he couldn't reveal that he knew that a lost tribe of Indians lived here. "|
|Native Americans||Brazil||2015||McAuley, Paul J. "The Rift " in Vanishing Acts (Ellen Datlow, ed.) New York: Tor (2000); pg. 72.||"They had been allowed to join the expedition because they had wangled money from a pop star to look for new tribes of Indians. There were still plenty to be found in the Amazonian basin, even at this late stage in its exploitation. The forests really were very extensive and very close grown. A hundred people, the size of most Indian tribes, living off the land in a small area, could stay hidden until some prospector or logger stumbled into them by accident. Just a couple of years ago, a jaguar hunter had been murdered, show with an arrow, when he had encountered a hunting party of a previously unknown tribe, and a subsequent aerial survey had spotted the tribe's huts, almost invisible beneath the close-knit forest canopy. Like all recently discovered tribes, it had been left alone; the late twentieth century was as toxic to these Stone Age indigens as poison gas. The whole area had been declared off-limits. "|
|Native Americans||Brazil||2015||McAuley, Paul J. "The Rift " in Vanishing Acts (Ellen Datlow, ed.) New York: Tor (2000); pg. 73-74.|| "'They'll think it's just Indians,' his wife said. 'They don't have the imagination for anything else.'
'...They ran from everyone,' Kerry said... Some got away... Think how far they came! They were pushed further and further from Africa.'
'Or Java,' Ken said.
'They must have been the first to cross from Asia to Alaska,' Kerry said, 'but the modern humans followed and pushed them farther. Until they ended up here, with the other relic species.'
'Something's coming,' Sky said...
'Steady,' Ken said. 'Remember we're not like the others.'
The figure which confronted them was small and stooped yet muscularly broad, and covered in a reddish pelt. Its feet clutched the earth; one leathery hand clutched a sapling whittled into a spear. Little eyes glinted under the shelf of its brow; its nose was broad and bridgeless; there was no chin beneath its wide mouth. It made no signal, but suddenly there were others behind it. "
|Native Americans||Brazil||2020||Anthony, Patricia. "Anomaly " in Eating Memories. Woburn, MA: First Books; Baltimore, MD: Old Earth Books (1997; c. 1988); pg. 49.||"I was looking at myself: a graying Indian with hollow, dark eyes and rumpled lab coat. " [Although the story is set in Brazil, the main character may be from India, not a Native American.]|
|Native Americans||Brazil||2045||Wilson, Robert Charles. Memory Wire. New York: Bantam (1987); pg. 103.||"They played good-guy bad-guy with him. There was a tall sertao Indian in a disheveled military uniform... " [More. Some other refs., not in DB.]|
|Native Americans||Brazil||2050||Delany, Samuel R. "Driftglass " in Modern Classics of Science Fiction. (Gardner Dozois, ed.) New York: St. Martin's Press (1991; story c. 1967); pg. 300.|| "Some of the Indians back where they make the liquor still send messages by tying knots in palm fibers. One could have spread my entrails then, or Tork's tonight, to read our respective horospecs.
Juan's mother knew the knot language, but he and his sister never bothered to learn because they wanted to be modern... "
|Native Americans||Brazil||2110||May, Julian. The Many Colored Land in The Many-Colored Land & The Golden Torc (omnibus). Garden City, NY: Nelson Doubleday (copyright 1981); pg. 155.||"Finally she had gone to Brazil, where one author said there was a tunnel to Agharta located in the remote Serra de Roncador. An old Murcego Indian, sensing an additional gratuity, told her that the tunnel had indeed once existed; but unfortunately it had been closed by an earthquake 'many thousands' of years in the past. "|
|Native Americans||Brazil||2175||Wolverton, Dave. "On My Way to Paradise " in L. Ron Hubbard Presents The Best of Writers of the Future (Algis Budrys, ed.) Los Angeles, CA: Bridge Publications (2000; c. 1987); pg. 323.||"In a dream, the statue of the Virgin began weeping. Flaco's father asked the Virgin why she wept, and she told him it was because he sold wine when he should be selling hats to the Indians in the Amazon. Flaco's father became convinced he would make a great deal of money selling hats because, after al, the Virgin Mary had told him to do it. Then he sailed up the Amazon and was killed by a poisonous toad before he could sell a single hat. "|
|Native Americans||Brazil: Nova Roma||1983||Claremont, Chris. New Mutants, Vol. 1, No. 10: "Betrayal ". New York: Marvel Comics Group (Dec 1983); pg. 9.||Danielle's thoughts: "Since I'm Indian--and dressed in these clothes--no one should look twice at me in a city that's half-Inca. With any luck, I'll be able to find out Nova Roma's really like-- " [Danielle Moonstar/Mirage is one of the main characters in this story. Only a few references to her ethnicity by name, all in DB.]|
|Native Americans||Brazil: Nova Roma||1983||Claremont, Chris. New Mutants, Vol. 1, No. 10: "Betrayal ". New York: Marvel Comics Group (Dec 1983); pg. 13.||Danielle: "Why are we here?! "; guard: "To be sacrificed. Watch the Indian, brethren. At the slightest move... kill her. "|
|Native Americans||Brazil: Nova Roma||1983||Claremont, Chris. New Mutants, Vol. 1, No. 9: "Arena ". New York: Marvel Comics Group (Nov 1983); pg. 5.||Danielle: "You [Amara] were disguised as an Indian when we first met, you're deathly afraid of being discovered--hardly the behavior of a senator's daughter. "; Amara: "We are not all Roman. Much of the city... is descended from the Incas... " [Other refs., not in DB.]|
|Native Americans||California||1896||Matheson, Richard. Bid Time Return. New York: Viking Press (1975); pg. 169.||Pg. 167: "'One night, after the performance,' she continued, 'some people brought an old Indian woman to the hotel where we were staying. They told us she could predict the future, so, as a lark, I asked her to tell mine.'
I felt my heartbeat growing heavier.
'She said that, when I was twenty-nine years old, I would meet the--' she stopped '--a man,' she amended. 'That he would come to me--' she drew in sudden breath '--under very strange circumstances.' ";
Pg. 169: "Only at the last second did some inner caution prevail, making me realize that it is one thing to have the future foretold by an Indian woman and a Gypsy-born wardrobe mistress, and another to have that future brought into shocking relief by someone who has traveled backward to it. "
|Native Americans||California||1938||Delacorte, Peter. Time On My Hands. New York: Scribner (1997); pg. 149.||Catalina Indians|
|Native Americans||California||1953||Dick, Philip K. Mary and the Giant. New York: Arbor House (1987); pg. 35.||"'And he wore a vest, and a big silver ring he bought from an Indian.' "|
|Native Americans||California||1963||Grimwood, Ken. Replay. New York: Arbor House (1986); pg. 126.||"This little corner of northern California was populated mostly by lumberjacks and Indians, neither of whom Jeff had any contact with. "|
|Native Americans||California||1970||Morse, David. The Iron Bridge. New York: Harcourt Brace & Co. (1998); pg. 228.||[Year estimated.] "She felt as she supposed Ishi must have felt, that California Indian who was the last remaining speaker of his language. Trevor used to say there was a little Ishi in every Indian, that the hoop was broken. "|
|Native Americans||California||1974||Dick, Philip K. Radio Free Albemuth. New York: Arbor House (1985); pg. 126.||"...these patterns, when I scrutinized them, lay distributed so as to comprise a visual language. It resembled the trail signs which I understood American Indians used, and as I walked along I felt the invisible presence of a great spirit which had gone before me... "|
|Native Americans||California||1985||Ing, Dean. Blood of Eagles. New York: Tor (1987); pg. 110.|| "'Some of this tallies with a lot of ancient history, like the M.I.T. machine translation studies, Chomsky--' He trailed off and waved a negligent hand. 'You know.'
'I didn't,' said Karen. 'Where an Okie Indian picks up all that stuff is beyond me, Wiley.' " [Wiley, apparently a Native American, is a significant character in the novel, although there may be no other references to his ethnicity other than here.]
|Native Americans||California||1988||Foster, Alan Dean. To the Vanishing Point. New York: Warner Books (1988); pg. 14.||"Frank mused, though his son was more likely conjuring up visions of cowboys and Indians. Times had changed. These day all the kinds wanted to be Indians. "|
|Native Americans||California||1988||Foster, Alan Dean. To the Vanishing Point. New York: Warner Books (1988); pg. 27.||"|
|Native Americans||California||1994||Ing, Dean. Spooker. New York: Tom Doherty Associates (1995); pg. 56.||"On Oregon reservations, the visitor is encouraged to risk a bit of cash in tribal casinos where the state government cannot prevent gambling. On California reservations, Asian card games add a modern touch; for a generation, Fresno's Hmong immigrants have cooled their gambling fever with the help of America's earliest immigrants. From the first time she saw the Yomo reservation and its casino, Romana had told him, she knew that ordinary laws and law enforcement stopped at the tribal boundary. " [More refs. in this chapter, also pg. 295-297.]|
|Native Americans||California||1995||Powers, Tim. Earthquake Weather. New York: Tor (1997); pg. 207.||"...toward the twin peaks that the Spanish settlers had called Los Pechos de la Chola, the breasts of the Indian maiden. "|
|Native Americans||California||1996||Bear, Greg. The Forge of God. New York: Tor (1987); pg. 16.|| "'Maybe it's an Indian cave,' Edward offered lamely. The hole disturbed him.
'Indians with diamond drills? Not likely,' Minelli said with a faint edge of scorn. "
|Native Americans||California||1996||Bear, Greg. The Forge of God. New York: Tor (1987); pg. 108.||"'We get all sorts of Ph.D's in Shoshone,' Morris said. 'Geologists, archaeologists, ethnologists--study Indians, you know. Sometimes they come into the Crow Bar...' "|
|Native Americans||California||2025||Ziemianski, Dale D. "The Ebbing " in L. Ron Hubbard Presents The Best of Writers of the Future (Algis Budrys, ed.) Los Angeles, CA: Bridge Publications (2000; c. 1985); pg. 101.|| "'What was it, anyway?' Kathy raised a hand to brush hair out of her eyes. 'It seemed so real!'
'You mean, real magic?... You believe in that?'
'Yes.' He supported her with one arm and steered her quickly away from the wreck and the corpses. 'I'm Native American. I believe in a lot of things you'd probably call magic or superstition.'
...'So what's the magic that's been out to get us today? A spell cast by an evil sorcerer?'
'Not likely.' Dave shook his head. 'Magic is based on nature. Everything in nature has a spirit, and sometimes spirits speak to us or give us visions. A human magician can call on these forces, and maybe focus them--but the real power comes from the Earth.' " [More.]
|Native Americans||California||2047||Bear, Greg. Queen of Angels. New York: Warner Books (1994; 1st ed. 1990); pg. 13.||"In a lost time of myth the coast of southern California had been littora brown and dusty desert populated by Indians Spaniards mestizos scrub and ancient twisted pines. "|
|Native Americans||California||2076||Morehouse, Lyda. Archangel Protocol. New York: Penguin Putnam (2001); pg. 97.|| "The organization achieved governmental accreditation only last year, thanks in part to the controversial Taft-Pallis Act. Taft-Pallis guarantees accreditation to any religious group, regardless of numbers of members, which can prove a long history of practice in America or a belief in one God. The Act was ratified due to pressure from the American Indian Movement (AIM), the American Civil Liberties Union (ACLU), and the American Catholics.
Despite the Act's stated favoritism toward Original American rights, it was the Wiccans of Massachusetts who were the first to register under this Act, claiming their history of practice in America can be substantiated by the Salem witch trials. As more and more formally outlawed groups discovered ways to prove a history of practice, the Act has fallen under harsh criticism. Presidential candidate Etienne Letourneau (New Right) has vowed to find a way to 'strike a blow against this regressive Act...' "
|Native Americans||California||2103||Silverberg, Robert. Tom O'Bedlam. New York: Donald I. Fine, Inc. (1985); pg. 103.||"Across the room, Nick Double Rainbow lay stretched out belly-down on his vivid red Indian blanket, staring at nothing... "; Pg. 104: "The Indian didn't seem to have noticed a thing... So he was on his Vanishing Redman kick again. He was lost in contemplation of the supreme unfairness of it all. "; Pg. 110: "'...Tomas and the Indian are in their room...' " [Many other refs. to this character, not in DB. See, for example, pg. 104-107, 109-110.]|
|Native Americans||California||2200||Arnason, Eleanor. A Woman of the Iron People. New York: William Morrow & Co. (1991); pg. 48.||"It reminded me of a jungle gym or else of the ritual structures made by the aborigines of southern California. I'd spent time with them. Between my breaths and on my upper arms were the scars of their initiation ceremony. I had never been able to figure out why I had gone through with it. But I kept the scars. I had earned them, and they reminded me--every time I took a shower--not to get too involved with other people's value systems. " [Many other refs. to Native Americans in novel, though usually not referred to as such by name.]|
|Native Americans||California: Los Angeles||1945||Dick, Philip K. Puttering About in a Small Land. Chicago, IL: Academy Chicago Publishers (1985); pg. 3.||Pg. 3, 82: Indians|
|Native Americans||California: Los Angeles||1996||Powers, Tim. Expiration Date. New York: Tor (1996); pg. 53.||Pg. 53: "'I'm Indian, not Mexican. India Indian. Anyway, I was born here.' "; Pg. 57: "'Great. Now are we black or white or Mexican or Indian or what?' "|
|Native Americans||California: Los Angeles||2038||Goonan, Kathleen Ann. Crescent City Rhapsody. New York: Tor (2001; c. 2000); pg. 349.||Indian flutes|
|Native Americans||California: Los Angeles||2040||Willis, Connie. Remake. New York: Bantam (1995); pg. 84.||"doctors, lawyers, Indian chiefs. "|
|Native Americans||California: Orange County||2027||Robinson, Kim Stanley. The Gold Coast. New York: Tor (1995; c. 1988); pg. 116-117.||-|
|Native Americans||California: Orange County||2065||Robinson, Kim Stanley. Pacific Edge. New York: Tor (1990); pg. 46.||"To him the California Indians were noble savages, devastated by Junipero Serra's mission system. Thus Mission Revival, which every thirty years or so swept through southern California architecture in a great nostalgic wave, seemed to Kevin no more than a kind of homage to genocide. Any time he got the chance to renovate an example of the style he loved to obliterate it. "|
|Native Americans||California: Orange County||2065||Robinson, Kim Stanley. Pacific Edge. New York: Tor (1990); pg. 48.||"In fact, he had quite often daydreamed about just such a return to nature when tearing old structures down. But he knew it was just a fantasy, a wish to live the Indian's life, and he never mentioned it to others. "|
|Native Americans||California: Orange County||2065||Robinson, Kim Stanley. Pacific Edge. New York: Tor (1990); pg. 174.||"'Yes, son, but they help hide us from the Injuns. Those Paiutes find us and it would be blubberhawk from space time.' "|
|Native Americans||California: San Francisco||1955||Dick, Philip K. The Broken Bubble. New York: Arbor House/William Morrow (1988); pg. 87.|| "'Silver. Handmade.'..'Thanks,' she said. 'See the jade?' Dull stones were set in the silver fret- and scrollwork.
'It's Indian,' he said.
'India?' she said doubtfully.
'American Indian. Probably Navajo.' "
|Native Americans||California: San Francisco||1966||Rocklynne, Ross. "Ching Witch! " in Again, Dangerous Visions (Harlan Ellison, ed.) Garden City, NY: Doubleday (1972); pg. 25.||[Afterword] "...ice-cream shops run by young people with humble shoulders and Indian head-dress... "|
|Native Americans||California: San Francisco||1977||Leiber, Fritz. Our Lady of Darkness. New York: Berkley Publishing Corp. (1977); pg. 50.||"...a copy of Nostig's The Subliminal Occult (that really startled Franz); a lot of hippie, Indian, and American Indian beadwork; hash-smoking accessories... "|
|Native Americans||California: San Francisco||1996||Sawyer, Robert J. Frameshift. New York: Tor (1998; c. 1997); pg. 260.||"...distinctive stylized work of Emily Carr... Her painting included one of her trademark Haida totem poles. "|
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