I found it interesting having these two Darwinist
expositions, separated by a century, focusing my reading this month, amidst our
survivalist experiences
Both
books take a look at planetary life from hunter-gatherer perspectives: much Indian
lore, much POV from animal eyes.
Each
book treats time spans differently: Antelope has specific frames relating to US
American Indian history – Fang is timeless, taking memory back to cave-man days,
… and nights.
Each
push separate themes. Erdrich espouses mystical,
spiritual connections between man and animal, in my opinion, drifting towards
Voodoo witchcraft; Fang makes these connections genetically necessary, over a
vast expanse of history.
Each book is colorfully
written, using descriptive techniques which, while thoroughly enjoyable and definitely
making each author’s efforts prize-winning prose, also evokes the feeling that
they are paid by the word.
A clear
difference in their prose styles is that Louise tends to be cryptic, whenever she
has the chance. If she can obfuscate a
situation, she does, creating as much chaos as she can for the reader, leaving
as many possible interpretations of what is happening as there are people connected
to the scene.
Jack London on
the other hand is a fledgling scientist, always searching for the easiest
solution to explain what is happening. Occam's razor before we knew what it was
[13th Century].
I would
describe “White Fang” as a memoir of Fang’s life and adventures, with an
omniscient narrator. Antelope Woman is a
spumoni novel told with a disjointed approach that borders on wacko.
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