The Lone Ranger and Tonto Fistfight in Heaven

The clerk at Green Apple had no clue that I was already knee-deep in reading up on Indians in America when she recommended this book to me. Alexie’s prose is poetic, rhythmic, enchanting. The Indians spin tales, drink beers till they can’t see, play basketball, fight, drink Diet Pepsi from the 7-11, bitch about the BIA, loan each other anything and everything, fancydance, drive around. This is a fantastic collection of short stories by the poet, worthy of a read despite the stereotype of every Indian being drunk or on the wagon.