I would never have granted The Round Hous e the NBA, but someone else did who has far more credibility than myself. I’ve read tons of reviews glowing over her lyrical language, gripping stories, and amazing knowledge inside the Native American culture. Readers adore this book and Erdrich’s writing in general. The pacing was all over the place – slow exposition, random Native American myth and legend, coming of age teenage stuff, and legal thriller with a healthy dose of Catholicism on the side. The ‘suspense’ aspects were muted and often felt lazy. The writing just rubbed me as rather dull and tangential. I didn’t hate the time I spent reading the book, but I could barely force myself to pick it up once I had tossed it aside. I mean, what do I actually know about things? But if I’m being brutally honest, The Round House didn’t do much for me. Nothing I’m about to say should really mean anything to anyone. Joe sets out determined to uncover the identity of his mother’s attacker and finds himself in dangerous situations and underneath the scope of dubious political lines. But then his mother is attacked – brutally – and crawls inside herself to hide from the pain. In 1988, Joe is just a normal thirteen-year-old boy obsessed with Star Trek living on the rez in North Dakota. Louise Erdrich’s National Book Award winner mixes family tragedy with Native American politics. If they do, I’ll come back and amend these statements, but I’m pretty certain this post will stand. I’m a little under 50 pages from the finale, but can’t imagine my thoughts changing whatsoever. I haven’t actually finished The Round House as I write this sentence.
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