This is a deeply sad and troubling, but also beautiful book. It’s so touching and thoughtful as well. We have a kind of collective or near collective community narrator telling about the effects and impacts of some kind of failure of America (a fall or a breakdown of social order) narrowly and tightly focused as it impacts an Anishinaabe community on the brink of winter. The community will be impacted, having only recently gotten on to the grid, because of their recent reliance on outside […]
The days were growing shorter.
Moon of the Crusted Snow by Waubgeshig Rice
