LaROSE AND THE “OTHER”: Thoughts inspired by Louise Erdrich’s latest novel

Standing Rock protest sign - LaRose and the "other"

Making sense of our existence

When I read about the water protectors in North Dakota, along with my basic sympathy come disparate thoughts such as, “Are they asking for us to go back to a way of life without cross-country pipelines—a local life, one of small tribal villages?” Just what is the reality that these Native Americans experience as individual human beings, as well as group members?

The novels of Louise Erdrich help me flesh out answers to such questions. All of us nowadays are amphibians, living multiple identities in the fluid soup of modern life. This life includes the world within our homes; the worlds we connect with via television and the Internet; the world of Nature, freeways, and the city or town outside; the world of our personal ethnic heritage and ancestry; and possibly, the world of a spiritual tradition we practice—either one associated with our own heritage or with another.

All of us are faced with the task of making sense of this strange, many-leveled existence we share, and hopefully, of being able to live a productive, committed, and relatively satisfying life within it—no easy job! Each of us is a firsthand witness to our own efforts at accomplishing this complex feat.

Seeing our neighbours as “other”

There’s a tendency, however, to see neighbours and the all-but-faceless people we pass on the street as “other.” Sometimes, because of our egotistical tendencies and the fact that we may not personally know people who represent some of the world’s traditions, “other” can easily shade into “a bit less-than.”

Erdrich’s novels are one antidote to that syndrome. Born in Minnesota to a German-American father and an Ojibwe mother, Erdrich writes deeply and fluidly about the day-to-day experience of the people of her tribe. But, of course, her characters have multiple identities, just like the rest of us. They are Americans, too.


LaRose front cover - LaRose and the "other"

How do these different identities we possess dovetail with one another? Erdrich’s most recent novel, LaRose, studies two families. In one of them, both parents are Ojibwe. The man in the second household is Caucasian, and his wife half Ojibwe.  The families live with many external similarities, geographically near one another in rural North Dakota.

Much of the magic of the book lies in its depiction of the subtle yet vivid manner in which the Native American ways permeate the lives of the first family. This family, the Irons, have two teenage girls and three boys, one of them adopted. The girls attend a reservation high school, but in many ways it’s very much like any American high school. Both girls are passionate about volleyball.

A life-changing incident

LaRose opens with a life-changing incident. The parents belong, like many Native Americans in the area, to the flock of the compassionate and understanding local Catholic priest. But they also practice sweat lodge ceremonies, in quest of internal guidance and inspiration.

The young boy, who is the namesake of the novel and the fifth in a line of family members with the name LaRose, is a normal American boy who plays with action figures and studies Taekwondo. However, there’s something special about him. One moving scene in the book depicts him following inner guidance to undertake a vigil at the site of the aforementioned traumatic incident. As he sits there, he’s joined by a band of “the ancestors.”

The experience is masterfully depicted. The boy is sitting alone, and then he realizes that he’s not alone. It’s as if he’s been joined by picnickers. However, the descriptions of his companions give few clues. They’re somewhat transparent. The ancestors interact with him, and in offhand, informal ways, tell him that they’ve been watching him, that they’ll help him.

They eventually leave, or rather, at some point, they’re just gone. However, the scene is a magnificent evocation of how the spiritual tradition of the Elders remains timeless and alive. A friend of my wife and me, who attended our wedding some years ago, shared later that he’d seen Elders there whom I couldn’t see. A venerable woman who was a longtime friend and adviser to my wife confirmed, to this man of Cherokee lineage, that she’d seen them too.

The “other” doesn’t really exist

Louise Erdrich’s 12 novels have been compared to William Faulkner’s, since many of them follow certain families in one geographical area through generations, in order to convey a multi-dimensional understanding that’s most subtle and compelling. In this particular novel, the history of the previous LaRoses, especially the first one, is narrated in chapters parallel to the present-day action.

To enter the world Erdrich gives us is to receive a great gift. It’s to become more secure in the understanding that the “other” doesn’t exist—that those individuals’ whose spirituality “lives” have parallel but analogous ways of bringing values and affirmation to this complex weave of a world, and of dealing in effective ways with the difficult situations that are sometimes inevitable for any of us.

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Max Reif is the author of Toward an Interior Sun, a book of stories just published by The Mindful Word, and he has recently released a CD of songs titled The Wake-Up ManHis book of poems, Journey from here to HERE,  can also be ordered online. Max has written more than 70 articles for The Mindful Word. You can read most of them at his author page.
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Posted by × January 11, 2017 at 4:00 PM


  1. Really enjoyed the observations and review here. We come to books just at the right time, just when we need to visit what the text has to offer. Now more than ever, it seems, we need to dissolve that distinction between the other and the self. No easy task, indeed.
    Reading Willa Cather’s Antonia right now, a panoramic view of another time but also a showcase for how we perceive the immigrant neighbour in a powerful landscape of an early immigrant nation. Reminds me of Erdrich’s Native American landscapes and themes.

  2. Oh, I loved My Antonia, Pamela! Yes, I think books – good or great books – do that for us! My wife has made reading more of a discipline than I have time to, right now, and I’m amazed at all the kinds of experience she has “meditated on” through the great novels she has read (that I’ve mostly procured for her at the library, being the one who is “out in the world” more) by authors like Erdrich, Cather, Jodi Picault, Ann Patchett, Anne Beattie, and just SO, so many others! SO many fine novelists are working today…plus the great “standards” from previous generations! I found myself crying at the end of the novel I finished (I listen to audiobooks in my car, for the most part) after “LaRose”, which was True Colors by Kristin Hannah. As the tears of joy flowed down my face, I realized that these “fictional characters” had become so real to me, that here I was bawling over things that had happened “only in imagination!” Imagination, I believe, is FAR more powerful than we are aware most of the time! It partakes of a great mystery! And good or great writers and artists partake in the mystery (Mystery) for the greater Good! Hence we say, “The pen is mightier than the sword,” etc. The sword is of course very very powerful, and the world is obviously far far too filled with war. But due partly to the influence of the pen, no doubt, peace, love, and beauty are still alive, and in the running to “win the race,” as did the tortoise with the hare! (Boy! I had no thought of writing so much! 🙂 )

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