5/20/2023 0 Comments The sentence louise erdrich review![]() It’s All Soul’s Eve of 2019, which, for the purposes of calendar keeping, checks the pandemic as six months away, followed six months later by the pestilential killing, just blocks to the south, of George Floyd. Tookie has a generous sense of humor, but this will have her sorely tried. It turns out that no amount of reading, and certainly not Tookie's open-hearted approach to customer relations, quite prepares her for one of the regulars doing her the opposite of a favor by showing up dead, that is, as a ghost. She’s only half a figment of Louise Erdrich’s imagination-Erdrich owns Birchbark Books and Native Arts in Minneapolis. ![]() ![]() She knows her Jean Rhys and her Turgenev, her Amitav Ghosh and Stendhal, her Clarice Lipsector, Joseph Conrad and Octavia Butler, and, as an Ojibwe woman of a certain age, her Native American annals and lore. ![]() Tookie, the self-deprecating, shoot-from-the-hip heroine of Erdrich’s seventeenth novel, is just minding her own business, which happens to be helping run a small independent bookstore in Minneapolis specializing in Indigenous history and literature and a whole lot more that Tookie cares a great deal about, and abundantly shares with anyone who enters the store, or her life. Death is no joke in The Sentence, by Louise Erdrich, but it has a funny way of saying so. ![]()
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