For a short book of short stories, this volume packs a punch. There are some gorgeously imagined narratives in this text - my favorite being that of the Winnebago man who finds a live St Jude statue in his girlfriend's thrift store, and who teaches him Lakota while writing down the saint's poetry. It's an almost fond critique of the church, funny while making a dozen points about the hierarchy of Catholicism and the bureaucracy of priests, and I love the idea of St Jude growing fat and content on the smell of soup (but not eating any, because he doesn't need earthly sustenance). "First Fruits" is a fantastic story of a young Indian woman going to Harvard, and discovering the spirits of other Indians there, the first who graduated from the Indian College, built in 1655. The text weaves back and forth between different Indian communities, past and present, time bending and circling and bending again, all through the written word - through the English the first graduate tries to throw back; through the English paper George writes about the spirits that walk campus; through the postcard her father sends of Mount Rushmore. I love that it's a world that can expand and show more of itself, rather than contract and trap, as is the lot of so many of the protagonists in the early stories in this book. Yet even those are beautiful, especially the unnamed narrator who tells the story of her last weeks in a nursing home before the rolling prairies welcome her back, and she is young again, a child who speaks only Dakota.