The scene is appealingly screwball, like a heist movie by way of Edward Gorey, but it carries weight. She wraps a dead man up in a tarpaulin, ties his jaw with a silk scarf, and sticks him in a refrigerated produce truck to steal him away from his lover, all at the behest of her own crush. But what strikes me the most about The Sentence, here as we prepare to enter the third year of the Covid-19 pandemic, surrounded by loss, is how much time it devotes to the question of what we owe the dead, and whether we have failed to deliver.įor our protagonist Tookie, desecrating a body is her original sin. It’s about a lot of other things, too: the pandemic, and being a Native person in America, and the carceral state, and perhaps especially books. Louise Erdrich’s The Sentence, the Vox Book Club’s pick for February, is a novel about how we treat our dead. The Vox Book Club is linking to to support local and independent booksellers.
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