![]() ![]() ![]() Holding on is all but impossible, though-for there is no food: the Chippewa are dying like flies, and pittances matter. ![]() Two narrators hold sway here: one is Nanapush-an old but still sapid man, in touch with the throngs of dead all around him in the woods near the sacred lake Matchimanito (the most striking poetry of the ever-lyrically inventive Erdrich is this book's frequent and moving invocation of the spirits as milling within sight of the living-a seamlessness of states), and desperately trying to hold on before the lumber interests come and buy his land for nothing from him. It's at a period (1912-24) that sees the death knell of their most natural Indian identity, thanks to famine and economic rapaciousness and the pressures of missionary Christianity. Erdrich keeps to her cast of rich Chippewa characters here-Pillagers, Kashpawa, Lazarres: familiar to readers of both Love Medicine and The Beet Queen-but has placed them chronologically before the setting of those other novels. ![]()
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