Another Name for Red Book Review and Summary

Author: Amber Blaeser-Wardzala
Page Count: Unknown
Publication Date: Expected publication 2026-10-13 APL

The morbid allure of Another Name for Red, a novel that promises to unravel the dark threads of a community’s collective trauma. Amber Blaeser-Wardzala’s debut, born from the same twisted womb as Never Whistle at Night, whispers secrets of a young Anishinaabe woman’s disappearance and the sister left behind to pick up the shards of her shattered family.

What draws me to this narrative is the eerie presence of the absent – the ghosts of those who have vanished, and the lingering specters of those who remain. Middle Sister, the protagonist, is a vessel for the collective grief of her community, her family, and her own fractured identity. Her ex-best friend and ex-boyfriend are relics of a past she can’t escape, while her family – an activist mother, a detached father, and attention-starved younger siblings – serves as a constant reminder of the elder sister she can never live up to. And then, there’s John Smith, the enigmatic white man with red cowboy boots, whose presence is as repulsive as it is captivating. The echoes of thousands of unacknowledged missing and murdered Indigenous women, including Older Sister, reverberate throughout the narrative, a haunting reminder of the systemic injustices that have torn the family apart.

But what truly piques my interest is the way Blaeser-Wardzala seems to be toying with the notion of identity – how it’s forged, fractured, and reassembled in the face of trauma. Middle Sister’s investigation into her sister’s disappearance becomes an act of self-discovery, a desperate attempt to reclaim her own sense of self amidst the ruins of her family. The search for the elusive “Eric” – a white man from a neighboring town who Older Sister claimed to love – forces Middle Sister to confront the complexities of her own identity, caught between the expectations of her community and the allure of the unknown.

Yet, as I read through the synopsis, I’m struck by the vagueness that shrouds the narrative. What lies at the heart of Middle Sister’s investigation? What secrets will she uncover, and at what cost? The lack of specificity is both frustrating and intriguing, leaving me to wonder if Blaeser-Wardzala’s prose will be as evocative as it is elusive.

If Another Name for Red lives up to its promise, it could join the ranks of novels like The Round House by Louise Erdrich and The Marrow Thieves by Cherie Dimaline – works that unflinchingly confront the dark underbelly of colonialism and its ongoing impact on Indigenous communities. But only time will tell if Blaeser-Wardzala’s debut will leave an indelible mark on the literary landscape.

For now, I’ll have to content myself with the promise of a haunting narrative, one that will undoubtedly leave me sleeping with the lights on. And speaking of which, I have a charity gala to attend tonight – a fundraiser for a local Indigenous arts organization – and I need to get ready. The tuxedo won’t wear itself, after all. #Grimdark #IndigenousLiterature #NewRelease