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everyone assured me this was not true. in fact, it's the reverse, they said. real love grows slowly, it doesn't knock you outa your skull like touching a wired fence
FALSE RATHER ALERT! the dude in the book is a bit of a hot mess, but the right answer is both not rather nonethless
"Erdrich's fiction makes room for experiences whose contradictions are constitutive rather than problems."
thats☝️conferencespeak for "tells you everything except what will happen" and sometimes that's a good thing and sometimes you find that good thing during a trauma-time (which, if you're living out historical trauma, is just time)
