A Yellow Raft in Blue Water, which I first read when I was fifteen or so, is one of my all-time favorite novels. It's hard to reconcile that smart, charming story with this clunky collection of essays. A lot of the problem is that the essays feel so dated, but I doubt they were much good twenty years ago when they were written -- they're pompous and boring, and they take way too much pleasure in demolishing obviously dumb straw-man arguments. Also, what happened to the funny, unpretentious, conversational prose of A Yellow Raft? In his essays, Dorris never settles for a simple sentence if he can construct a convoluted one; and can't resist inserting extra adjectives wherever he can fit them. The result is that some of his paragraphs are impenetrable, nonsensical, and just plain unreadable.
The essay on federal Indian law was fairly informative.