A review by ahamiltonrohe
House Made of Dawn by N. Scott Momaday

3.0

At times, I thought that this was one of those novels that no one understands so therefore it’s considered art. But the poetry of the language and the evocation of pathos and overall ache was too powerful to ignore. No doubt I was glad when it was done — this is no Moby Dick. But the alienation, loneliness and stark beauty all left me with a profound sense of loss and wonder and what white men and women did when they seized their ‘manifest destiny’ and how different this world would be had white settlers and the power structure in Washington leaned into compassion, diplomacy and mutual regard.