Week 10 Reading notes B - Inuit folk tales


Portrait of an Inuit family. Image source

Today's stories were really dark but they were really interesting. The first few ones, I think three, we're talking about what happens to you when you kill someone or lie. They were really gruesome and one of them had some imagery that was pretty explicit. The rest of the stories after that were somewhat different. These stories didn’t appeal to me as much, but I was a fan of the first three.

Source: Eskimo Folk-Tales by Knud Rasmussen with illustrations by native Eskimo artists (1921).

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