For more information, please see From a book description: Author Biography: Louise Erdrich is one of the most gifted, prolific, and challenging of contemporary Native American novelists. I've only read a couple of Louise Erdrich's novels so far , but I've really loved both of them, so I was interested to check out this slim work of non-fiction from her. The best speakers are the most inventive, and come up with new words all of the time. In some moments, I felt like I was peering into a glass of pure sweetness. But it's about history, about books, about writing-- both white and Ojibwe--, and about spirit. It's also quite beautiful and still pristine.
During this trip to see the painting on the rocks, she provides us with little insights into what Ojibwe believe, how they speak, and how they do certain things like give offerings to the spirits. I carried my tapes everywhere I went. I think that is one of the biggest strengths of the book. A delightful book from a book lover. It reads as if free-form, but it's clearly thought out and organised. I do appreciate the insights she gives us into Ojibwe culture. Her journey links ancient stone paintings with a magical island where a bookish recluse built an extraordinary library, and she reveals how both have transformed her.
It's a quiet picture of Ojibwe terrain with a detour into a very small part of the book world. In this world, where her Ojibwe ancestors have lived for centuries, otter and moose still flourish, and ancient sturgeon leap in a glittering sunlit flash. After she was named writer-in-residence at Dartmouth, she married professor Michael Dorris and raised several children, some of them adopted. And now, besides a few hours in her bookstore, I want more than anything to spend a week on Mallard Island, with Oberholtzer's books: reading, swimming, listening to stories, and letting my brain rewire. It was a book that my husband read before I got a chance to read it! She is someone who lives close to nature and to books. It was a beautifully written journey into Northern Minnesota, a baby in tow, discovering pictured rocks, and Ojibwe history. Mookegidaazao describes the way a baby looks when outrage is building and coming to the surface where it will result in a thunderous squawl.
Maybe, like the Monarchs, they will come down through this country spreading beauty and children. Miinoshin describes how someone turns this way and that until ready to make a determined move, iskwishin how a person behaves when tired of one position and looking for one more comfortable. I have really enjoyed all of Erdrich's fiction that I've read, but this left me pretty bored and yearning for more of a narrative thread for her to hang her musings on. Winters can be bitterly cold and snowy and summers are often wet and rarely overly hot. It is very difficult to keep readers interested and get all the points of your story across fully without well-rounded characters.
Joy's review: Erdrich muses on books and the Objibwe culture and myths as she travels around Obijiwe country in Northern Minnesota and Southern Canada with her infant daughter. She seems to be the kind of conscientious, thoughtful person she comes off as, and I am glad. The blizzard of verb forms makes it an adaptive and powerfully precise language. The lowest-priced item in unused and unworn condition with absolutely no signs of wear. In a small boat like those her Native American ancestors have used for countless generations she travels to Ojibwe home ground the islands of Lake of the Woods in southern Ontario. I can't stand modern literary fiction.
So much delight in so few pages! The author tells us the story of her pilgrimage to an island dedicated to books. In Books and Islands in Ojibwe Country, Erdrich takes us on an illuminating tour through the terrain her ancestors have inhabited for centuries: the lakes and islands of southern Ontario. Louise is a good story teller and I felt spiritual as we interacted. Her nonfiction is equally eloquent, and this lovely memoir offers a vivid glimpse of the landscape, the people, and the long tradition of storytelling that give her work its magical, elemental force. There can be verb for anything.
Her nonfiction is equally eloquent, and this lovely memoir offers a vivid glimpse of the landscape, the people, and the long tradition of storytelling that give her work its magical, elemental force. Erdirch takes readers on a physical, personal and spiritual journey through northern Minnesota and Canada in characteristic compelling and lyrical prose. I pay attention in class and always do my homework and at Terry Davis's suggestion for skills with figurative language I read this book and I'm happy. Thoughtful, moving, and wonderfully well observed, her meditation evokes ancient wisdom, modern ways, and the universal human concerns we all share. This despite the fact I have read so many of her books, but I had not read this. Her nonfiction is equally eloquent, and this lovely memoir offers a vivid glimpse of the landscape, the people, and the long tradition of storytelling that give her work its magical, elemental force. The book follows her trip to Lake of the Woods in Ontario and Rainy Lake, which her youngest daughter accompanies her on.
They are our primary decorative motif-books in piles and on the coffee table, framed book covers, books sorted into stacks on every available surface, and of course books on shelves along most walls. My husband and I spent over an hour just looking through shelves and lusting after books we'd love to own. It was published by Harper Perennial and has a total of 160 pages in the book. This memoir transported me to places I would love to visit. She lives in Minnesota with her children, who help her run a small independent bookstore called The Birchbark. This is the most personal book of hers I have read.
I particularly connected to the Ojibwe tradition of storytelling and was absolutely amazed by the wealth of the language. Man erfährt viel über indianische Bräuche und immer wieder schimmert Erdrichs große Liebe zu den Büchern durch den Text. A must read for any Erdrich fan. It was interesting to spend a little time looking in on the mind and the life of someone simultaneously so different and so familiar, and equally interesting to be given some glimpses of Ojibwe ideas and traditions, of which I knew, well, pretty much only what I'd learned from Erdrich's other books. She's right about the power of books, the healing nature of stories, the way wilderness knits a fractured self back into a whole person. I bought this signed copy at Louise Erdich's bookstore as a treasured gift. If you're interested at all in the culture and language of the Ojibwe or the northern woods, you This is another book I can't really describe - perhaps the non-fiction equivalent to If on a Winter's Night, though not nearly as strange.