Thirteen-year-old Joe lives on a North Dakota
reservation, and his world is rocked when his mother, Geraldine, is beaten and
raped. She retreats into depression and
silence, exasperating Joe and his father, a tribal judge, since they need for
her to identify her assailant. The
attack took place near the ceremonial Round House, but Geraldine does not know
the exact location, leading to a jurisdictional quagmire that makes prosecution
futile. Once the attacker's identity is
known, Joe starts to take matters into his own hands, to free his family from
the fear of further violence. I enjoyed
the first half of this book immensely.
It was suspenseful, and I was able to maintain hope that this family
could return to something close to normalcy.
However, the second half I found to be very dark, with an unsettling
revelation and yet another tragedy, leaving Joe to sort out his regrets and
sorrows. The reader knows from the
get-go that Joe goes on to study law himself, but I would have liked the book
not to end as it did. I don't know if
his family is irreparably broken, but one thing I do know: Joe had to grow up before his time. There's even a scene near the end where he
becomes infuriated at his parents for their innocence in the midst of his own
consternation, to the point that he sees them as "the oblivious
children" and himself as the perturbed adult. (I have to see this role reversal as
temporary or perhaps even wildly skewed, given the event that follows.) My biggest beef with this book is that I
never really grasped the motive for the attack in the first place. I know this book is a vehicle for the author
to protest the fact that few white rapists of Native American women ever go to
trial, but I thought she could have done a better job of setting up the premise
for Geraldine having been targeted.
1 comment:
Nice review.
THANKS...it sounds good.
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