Indigenous Authors

 There are so many Canadian Indigenous authors that are producing some amazing work.


 Continuing with our Indigenous History Month, I am going to give you a list. With a little summary. And some of their titles. 

Richard Wagamese.

Born on October 14, 1955, in Minaki, Ontario. Richard Wagamese was an author and journalist and member of the Ojibway Nation. Indian Horse is probably his best-known work. That book went on to be made into a movie of the same name after Wagemese's death in 2017. It also won the Burt Award for First Nations, Metis, and Inuit Literature in 2013, as well as being a competing title in that same year's edition of Canada Reads.

Indian Horse



Eden Robinson

 Born on January 19, 1968, in Kitimat, BC, Robinson is a member of the Haisla and Heiltsuk First Nations. Robinson's first book was released in 1995. "Traplines" is a collection of four short stories. That anthology won the Holtby Memorial Prize for best regional work by a commonwealth author. Perhaps best known for her Trickster trilogy, that series went on to be optioned and made into a TV show. 

Son of a Trickster


Fred Saskamoose

Born on December 25, 1933, in Debden, Saskatchewan was a Cree who grew up on the Ahtahkakoop Nation in Saskatchewan. When he was six, Saskamoose and his brother were forced into a truck by the authorities and taken from his family to the Indian Residential School in Duck Lake, Saskatchewan. It was there that Saskamoose learned to play hockey. After a career that started in the NHL and ended as chief and band councilor for his Nation, Saskamoose details his time and traumas in the residential school and later as a professional hockey player in the book "Call Me Indian". Saskamoose passed six months before his memoir was published. 

Call Me Indian

If any of these have perked your interest, check them out. And here is a link to many other Indigenous authors.










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