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jambery 's review for:
The Lone Ranger and Tonto Fistfight in Heaven
by Sherman Alexie
I really like the book, and the way that he uses language is beautiful. But the book makes me sad. Not because the stories are sad (though a lot of them are), but because of the stark reality of like on an Indian reservation. It's awful. Not exactly the thing I need to be reading before work, but I can't seem to help myself.
Just before the barbecue Victor pushed the piano halfway across the reservation, up against a pine tree, flexed his muscles, cracked his knuckles, sat down at the keys, and pounded out Bela Bartok. In the long silence after Victor finished his piece, after the beautiful dissonance and implied survival, the Spokane Indians wept, stunned by this strange and familiar music.
"Well," Lester FallsApart said. "It ain't Hank Williams but I know what it means."
Just before the barbecue Victor pushed the piano halfway across the reservation, up against a pine tree, flexed his muscles, cracked his knuckles, sat down at the keys, and pounded out Bela Bartok. In the long silence after Victor finished his piece, after the beautiful dissonance and implied survival, the Spokane Indians wept, stunned by this strange and familiar music.
"Well," Lester FallsApart said. "It ain't Hank Williams but I know what it means."