When I first read this passage, I was a bit lost about what exactly the point of this essay was. I can remember agreeing with a majority of what Louise Erdrich had to say, but the style she used had me going "huh?" in between the "Ohhh yeah she's right!'s" The focus seemed scattered between the cruelty of Corbin's Park and it's hunting club, the 6th sense that dreams could be, or living life like a skunk (I at least understood that Erdrich meant to metaphorically live like a skunk, and she wasn't trying to persuade her readers to living in holes and attack enemies with their unbearable stink.) I looked up Erdrich and found that she is known for her poetry and short stories, which I tried to keep in mind when reading this. Still, I found it scattered and whatever her true message must have been was partially lost to me due to the fact that I just couldn't understand the main focus of her piece.
As for Erdrich's actual style, I'm still not sure how I feel about it. Her use of sensory imagery and vivid description gave so much to the piece, but at some points, especially when she was describing actually seeing the fence for the first time, I felt like it wasn't as key to the point of the essay as the time she took to describe it.
What really resonated with me was the author's apparent joy in the outdoors. When I read this I was sitting outside a 4th century stone farmhouse in the French countryside. Reading about the Erdrich's pure love of nature truly made this article for me, and also helped me appreciate my surroundings.
Although I do have some praise for this article, I found that it gave me one too many mixed signals. However, through all the confusion Erdrich did sway my opinion on one thing...
If I had to be an animal, being a skunk wouldn't a half-bad choice.
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