Wave Eater also seemed a spontaneous assertion of Haida worth and achievement at a time of crisis; the same impulse had spurred a burst of soaring totem poles and elaborately staged potlatches (the lavish gift-giving feasts that confirmed status and redistributed wealth) when the Haida had faced an earlier crisis—the coming of the white man. Continue reading →
His first night aloft Oleg Atkov drifted uneasily through the space station Salyut 7. Sleep was impossible. His head, accustomed to its own weight on a pillow, felt large and light. His face was bloated with blood that, no longer held in his legs by gravity, had migrated upward. When he closed his eyes, he Continue reading →