
Okay, editing this review based on the review by Neville and other comments on various threads. There was a lot that didn't add up in this book, and now I feel like I know why.
Original review, 3 stars: This was probably a 3.5 for me. I found the story interesting and the author's writing was great. It was interesting to see her speculate on what her mother might have experienced without any concrete information other than historical facts.
This book had everything–magical negroes and white saviorism! Plus plot inconsistencies (she has no idea when Christmas is because she doesn't have a calendar, but she waits all day on the beach on the 4th of July? And how does she even know what a month is? Who taught her about a calendar when she never had one?). I gave up about halfway through. I really don't care who murdered Chase. Three stars for the good metaphors scattered throughout.
This got three stars from me not because it's badly written, but because I just didn't enjoy reading it. I didn't understand why he loved the people he loved, and the book was generally depressing and a bit confusing, as well, with massive time skips. I guess it was supposed to be interconnected stories? But was billed as a novel?
This was classic Lynda Barry–disturbing, funny, traumatic, and heartbreaking. It was like her comics, only with all those words there was plenty of time to really dig in to the awful details of everything that happened. You might say the story wasn't believable, and that it got a lot less believable towards the end, but I wasn't reading it for believability.
I wish all the people who have been telling me over the years to read Louise Erdrich had mentioned how funny she is. But that's not even the best part about this book. The characters are all so lovable, the story is deep and moving, and just so much fun to read. I can't wait to go back and read all of her books I've missed over the year.