Louise Erdrich
Louise Erdrich
Louise Erdrich is an Ojibwe writer of novels, poetry, and children's books featuring Native American characters and settings. She is an enrolled member of the Turtle Mountain Band of Chippewa Indians, a band of the Anishinaabe...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionChildren's Author
Date of Birth7 June 1954
CountryUnited States of America
parent way abandoned
There are ways of being abandoned even when your parents are right there.
talking discouraged grew
I got well by talking. Death could not get a word in edgewise, grew discouraged, and traveled on.
rain world arms
I was in love with the whole world and all that lived in its rainy arms.
stories shapes young
When we are young, the words are scattered all around us. As they are assembled by experience, so also are we, sentence by sentence, until the story takes shape.
cousin hands games
Society is like this card game here, cousin. We got dealt our hand before we were even born, and as we grow we have to play as best as we can.
weed rocks fishing
...Grandpa's mind had left us, gone wild and wary. When I walked with him I could feel how strange it was. His thoughts swam between us, hidden under rocks, disappearing in weeds, and I was fishing for them, dangling my own words like baits and lures.
perfection splendor tasks
To love another another human in all of her splendor and imperfect perfection , it is a magnificent task...tremendous and foolish and human.
legacy violence native
There is a legacy of violence against native women that has gotten worse and worse over time.
order brain trying
The story comes around, pushing at our brains, and soon we are trying to ravel back to the beginning, trying to put families into order and make sense of things. But we start with one person, and soon another and another follows, and still another, until we are lost in the connections.
plans greatest-wisdom knows
The greatest wisdom doesn't know itself. The richest plan is not to have one.
forever sorrow persist
We passed over in a sweep of sorrow that would persist into our small forever. We just keep going.
writing people impossible
It's impossible to write about Native life without humor-that's how people maintain sanity.
sides coins shade
Right and wrong were shades of meaning, not sides of a coin.
years staring thousand-years
He had a thousand-year-old stare.