I would love to say that Vizenor turns genre on its head, forging a mystical exhilarating hybrid between fiction and nonfiction; that he, unlike other post-whatever writers, always considers how to use fewer words as opposed to succumbing to logorrhea; and how he eviscerates and transvalues everything you thought you knew about native americans. But I'm not going to say that.I'm going to say that the secret ecstatic nonlogical spot deep within my neural system that I thought no one else knew about, that holy unnameable spot that I thought no one else could touch, he touches it it and makes it glow blue like the hands of the healers that populate his works. Thank you Gerald Vizenor for making me feel so weird. ( )