“My father, so thin and athletic, looked almost frail with shock, while my mother, whose beauty was still remarkable, and who was known on the reservation for her silence and reserved, had left off her characteristic gravity. Her face and my father’s were naked with love. It wasn’t something that we talked about – love. But they allowed me this one clear look at it. It blazed from them. And then they left.”And there is more like that. Because Erdrich has a novel coming out soon, I have to wonder if this is excerpted from it. But even if it is, this story hangs together nicely and stands alone. This is a good, but not a great, story.
January 28, 2008: “The Reptile Garden” by Louise Erdrich