In this sweeping work of memoir and commentary, leading cultural critic Paul Chaat Smith illustrates with dry wit and brutal honesty the contradictions of life in €œthe Indian business.€ 

Raised in suburban Maryland and Oklahoma, Smith dove head first into the political radicalism of the 1970s, working with the American Indian Movement until it dissolved into dysfunction and infighting. Afterward he lived in New York, the city of choice for political exiles, and eventually arrived in Washington, D.C., at the newly minted National Museum of the American Indian (€œa bad idea whose time has come€) as a curator. In his journey from fighting activist to federal employee, Smith tells us he has discovered at least two things: there is no one true representation of the American Indian experience, and even the best of intentions sometimes ends in catastrophe. Everything You Know about Indians Is Wrong is a highly entertaining and, at times, searing critique of the deeply disputed role of American Indians in the United States. In €œA Place Called Irony,€ Smith whizzes through his early life, showing us the ironic pop culture signposts that marked this Native American€s coming of age in suburbia: €œWe would order Chinese food and slap a favorite video into the machine€"the Grammy Awards or a Reagan press conference€"and argue about Cyndi Lauper or who should coach the Knicks.€ In €œLost in Translation,€ Smith explores why American Indians are so often misunderstood and misrepresented in today€s media: €œWe€re lousy television.€ In €œEvery Picture Tells a Story,€ Smith remembers his Comanche grandfather as he muses on the images of American Indians as €œa half-remembered presence, both comforting and dangerous, lurking just below the surface.€ 

Smith walks this tightrope between comforting and dangerous, offering unrepentant skepticism and, ultimately, empathy. €œThis book is called Everything You Know about Indians Is Wrong, but it€s a book title, folks, not to be taken literally. Of course I don€t mean everything, just most things. And €˜you€ really means we, as in all of us.€