Early Works of Native American Authors
Prior to the publication of House Made of Dawn, few Native Americans authors had published works of fiction to large readership.
Writers such as William Apess, Pauline Johnson, John Rollin Ridge and Simon Pokagon published works to little fanfare in the nineteenth century.
Mourning Dove, John Milton Oskison, John Joseph Mathews, Zitkala-Sa, Charles Eastman and D'Arcy McNickle published literary works in the years prior to the onset of WWII; however, these works were relatively few in number.
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