Hogan's memoir reads as an attempt at understanding a journey wrought with pain and loneliness. Moments of poetry and insight are diminished by a somewhat confusing narrative trajectory. We get the impression as readers that Hogan has succeeded somewhat in creating understanding for herself, but that understanding is often lost to the reader. Her attempts to frame her own experience within a greater historical context, the narrative often veering off into quasi-essays, is interesting but not fully realized. When we are given her personal history, its narrative fragmentation leaves many holes that the reader has to fill in. We get a partial sense of how Hogan sees herself and her tribal history, but we are given even less of her own lived history. ( )

Not as cohesive as I remember her "Dwellings" essay collection.
Quite a bit of the book deals with historic abuse/disruption/dislocation experienced by Native Americans and how it still affects current generations. This concept is familiar to me as epigenetics--a new branch of medical science linking ancestral experiences in ways that are not simply DNA. In addition, I know Native American friends have lately been attending workshops on this, so the concept is being used to help people heal and move forward.
She also explores the meaning of the lives of her adopted daughters, and her response. These girls were so abused & neglected they have never been able to trust others, or even see others as other than objects. And all the love Hogan poured out for them was unable to change that early experience. They were violent and destructive, self-injurious growing up (fewer details were provided for their adult lives). Hopefully Hogan will be able to change that trajectory by helping raise the grandchildren.
A later chapter describes her experiences after a violent fall from a horse, how her brain damage and physical pain are affecting her life, and how she deals with it.
The final chapter tries to draw the book together but ends up feeling like too many disparate images are just tossed in a jumbled heap--kind of like she describes her current thought processes. I am so sad to see this eloquent writer losing the ability to communicate as effectively. She may have salvaged something, personally, from her current state of seeing things as others don't, but it is not something that I can connect with. ( )

she has had a difficult life which she is trying to, i don't know, understand but there is no understanding much of what happens, we can accept and/or try to improve our attitude to it but mostly it's very confusing. certainly life is not fair. ( )

A friend suggested that I read this as she felt it would assist me in my battle with chronic pain.
Since I try everything, I immediately ordered it without researching the content.
I put all other books on hold.
While the sections that deal with pain are extremely profound and on target, you can count them on one hand. I probably had myself set up for a book that was not to be, and therefore was disappointed.
I found the writing choppy and disjointed (maybe from residual of the authors accident) and very difficult to make thoughts flow. ( )

I found Linda Hogan's memoir to be a thought provoking insight into a human being trying to get in touch with the world we live in and what it means to be a part of it. In trying to come to grips with her own physical and spiritual pain she reaches out to the world of plants and animals for guidance. The simple fact that all living things are connected has eluded many. Hogan's realization of that fact, I believe, has helped her through difficult times and brought her to a certain kind of peace. I met her a couple of months ago and she exuded an easy calm that I found quite compelling. ( )