Christy Jordan-Fenton has been an infantry soldier, a bareback bronc rider, a survival instructor, and a wild pig farmer, among other things, and has lived in Australia, South Africa, and Vermont. She studied Peace, War, and Diplomacy at Norwich University (Corp of Cadets), has a master’s diploma in Human Rights and Forced Displacement from UPEACE, and is a Vital Voices Lead Fellow. She is the author of the best-selling FATTY LEGS (Annick Press 2010), along with four other award-winning books about Inuvialuk elder, Margaret-Olemaun Pokiak-Fenton and her time at a remote Indian residential school. Her books have been translated into French and Korean, with Fatty Legs being staged also as a musical production. Her poetry and prose have appeared in Jones Ave, Quills, Prairie Fire, Water~Stone Review, the forthcoming anthology POWER OF THE STORM (a compilation of works inspired by John Trudell), and has been featured on The Best American Poetry Blog (as selected by Jennifer L Knox). She has earned three starred Kirkus Reviews, placed third in the 2011 McNally Robinson Creative Nonfiction Writing Contest, and her books have been implemented in school curriculums across Canada and abroad. She speaks to more than 100 audiences a year facilitating workshops and giving readings. Jordan-Fenton currently lives in Fort St John in north-eastern British Columbia. She belongs to the Yellow Thunder Sun Dance family and practices ceremony with them on the Kainai Blood Reserve. She’s a die-hard Gogol Bordello fan, a passionate dancer, and a hardcore mom, with an obsessive curiosity for the world.
Horse Shit, Stilettos, and Rosin by Christy Jordan-Fenton
[Literary Novel, Approx. 300 Pages]
HORSE SHIT, STILETTOS, AND ROSIN is a literary coming-of age novel set in the rough Western Canadian outbacks. “Sadie Saudade” is a bronc busting exotic dancer with a volatile fondness for whiskey and danger. She’s a hard living cowgirl with a wish for death, when her world collides with a Vietnam vet, a Chinese/Metis former conman, a wealthy socialite with a major twist in her backstory, and a Blackfoot/Dene stunt rider who is as much knight in shining armor as he is hopeless codependent. The damage she sustains will either do her in for good, or help her find her reason to choose life. She’s a gritty antiheroine version of a Jonathan Shaw character in a Cormac McCarthy reality—g-strings and stilettos, spurs and chaps … this is definitely not Chick lit.