In the canyons of the Southwest, the Akote welcome Francis Meavy, a white trader, into their tribe. Meanwhile, the invading US is encroaching on their land... Coyote, the trickster deity, observes one indigenous family over the course of three generations as they come to terms with the emotional inheritance of culture and race, and what it means to be a son, husband, and father in times of war.
The content of this novel, the themes and plot, are deeply important and so deftly handled. But it's the prose that I am awed by the most. So decadent, so luxurious, and yet no word exists without purpose. The kind of writing that is inhaled rather than absorbed, flowing easily into the lungs and settling there to be remembered breath after breath.
De Rosario strikes a careful balance in this book of respect and dehumanisation. What can be accomplished when cultures come together and when egos are put aside in favour of learning and collaborating. How all of that can come crashing down in seconds when a greedy man steps into the fray thinking his own word holier than anyone's god.