Still living on South Dakota's famous/infamous Pine Ridge Reservation, Louis seems less bitter about it than in his last collection, Among the Dog Eaters (1992). He's no less spasmodically drunken, lustful, and gallows-humored, though, and he seems here more than before to be becoming a Kerouac with a cause or a Bukowski with a soulthe Indian cause and the Indian soul, of course (Native American is a term Louis uses only scathingly). Like those two white Beat bards of excess, Louis' language inflates, comitragically but not vainly, the significance of the small, desperate, misspent, yet not utterly hopeless and far from loveless or meaningless lives of reservation Indians. Here more than before, he writes from the perspectives of two representative contemporaries of his who have been considerably less successfulVerdell Ten Bears and Jake Red Horseas much as autobiographically. It's safe to say that no American poet better reflects his community and its ethos.
Ray Olson
--This text refers to the
Hardcover
edition.
Review
After being bombarded for a couple of decades with the prosy vapidities of post-modern verse,...it's a treat to come upon the gutsy, fleshy world of Adrian C. Louis. We can taste the beer and smell the exhaust of the pickup truck, and we can groove with the cosmos at the same time. --
The Bloomsbury ReviewBlood Thirsty Savages is a collection that reaches to the core of contemporary Native American life....It is a work of profound honesty, and it ought to be read by everyone who cares to know the American heart. --N. Scott Momaday, author of
The Way to Rainy Mountain and
House Made of Dawn, winner of the Pulitzer Prize
Blood Thirsty Savages is...American poetry at its most powerful...his best book yet. --Leslie Marmon Silko, author of
Ceremony and
Almanac of the Dead