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Distractions surround Niagara

BOOK REVIEW

Inventing Niagara Beauty, Power and Lies Ginger Strand Simon & Schuster: 352 pp., $25

May 21, 2008|Tim Rutten | Times Staff Writer

Another of Strand's annoying affectations is what might be called the fallacy of faux detail. This is an all-too-common failing among nonfiction writers who misunderstand a technique they've appropriated from the New Journalists. In the latter's hands, carefully observed and telling details were allowed to accumulate into scenes that both evoked the places of which their narrative nonfiction was constructed and lent the reportage a crucial credibility. The point was that the details themselves were significant and, taken together, added up to more than the sum of their parts.

Here, on the other hand, is part of Strand's re-creation of her visit with the head of the Tuscarora tribe's environment program. The tribe, one of two constituents of the Iroquois nation who occupy land in and around Niagara (the Seneca are the other), lost thousands of acres of land when Robert Moses seized it to excavate a reservoir as part of the New York Power Authority's expansion of hydroelectric generation on the river. "We sit at a round table that holds a bowl of apples, a quarter of a Wegmans chocolate cake and a bottle of 7-Up."

Yes, of course. No one but an Iroquois would set a table that way.

At another point, Strand tracks down and interviews an Abenaki Indian folklorist concerning the origins of a sentimental tale concerning the "Maid of the Mist," a beautiful young Native American woman named Lelawala sacrificed during a plague:

" 'Where did the Maid of the Mist legend come from? Ely Parker,' Joseph Bruchac tells me over a bowl of French onion soup. 'He was really fond of telling that story.'

"Ely Parker? The brilliant Seneca sachem? I choke on my Gruyere."

A bit later, Bruchac illustrates a point he's making to Strand with drum-like sound effects: "The tom-toms startle a few of the lunching ladies and they look at us, forks poised over chopped salads. Joe's wife Carol, who has come along, laughs and eats the orange slices off his plate."

Onion soup? Gruyere? Chopped salad and orange slices, right there near Niagara Falls -- and on the plates of Indians. Who'd have thought it?

More to the point, who the devil cares?

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timothy.rutten@latimes.com

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