Biographical sketches are certainly not my forte. I think that it is safe to say that once Ward came under the spell of Red Rock Country, he did everything in his power to increase public awareness and appreciation of this extraordinary land. His contribution cannot merely be measured by the number of books he published or by the amount of environmental legislation he helped to change. Rather, the true contribution must be looked at in terms of the number of people that Ward and his wife Gloria inspired to set out on their own quest in service to the Land.
Erdrich writes here with an almost antique elegance, ushering us into the guarded intimacy of two aging doctors in love. While browsing through the library stacks at University College in London, I was approached by a handsome Eurasian doctor who pretended to be interested in the book I was skimming, The Milk of Paradise, by M.
The year was and I was on a college exchange program. The doctor said that he would like to make me an omelet. For some reason, perhaps the novelty of the omelet pickup line, I allowed him to lead me down the street and then, after some hesitation, in which he assured me that his roommate was home, I got into his car, a brown Mercedes-Benz.
The more so when we got to his flat and his roommate turned out to live in the next apartment. Then I did go into the apartment with the doctor, who actually seemed quite harmless.
We entered the kitchen. I ate, and as I did so, I thought that perhaps he really had just taken me across the city to feed me an omelet. He grew charming and persuasive. As though humoring a skittish horse he gently drew me toward his very masculine bath—all tiled in black and white—with a magnificent soaking tub.
The door had a sturdy lock.
It was the bathtub that seduced me into staying. I lived in the cheapest student housing, a building that reeked of disinfectant.
The moldy showers wept so slowly over your body that it took half an hour to get the soap off. I stayed there for an hour and would not come out.
The absurd-looking little bullets of jelly completely dampened my interest. I slept on his couch and was very happy to be dropped off, back at the library.
But I had made the mistake of telling him my name, and somehow he got into the college records and showed up at my hall. He was perhaps in his late twenties—as I said he was a very young doctor—but I had just turned nineteen and to me he seemed old.
I did show him up to my room, which had a very good view of the post office tower, but I actually did have a real roommate and I lived in a room that was half the size of his bathroom. She was there, studying, responded to a signal we had developed between us, and did not leave.
I found soon afterward that I had committed a theft, and it shames me to say that I was never able to rectify it. This is the only thing that I have ever stolen in my life. I held it among my other books, and was aware of it when I left the library. I could have returned it, simply slipped it back into its slot on the shelf, but I forgot all about it.
Only now, of course, I could not find the book. When I asked him to mail it back to me, instead of returning it in person, he sounded miffed.
The book never showed up in the mail. I never called again. Yet, The Milk of Paradise now resides on a top bookshelf among other mass-market-size books.Everything in a Chromebook.
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Jan 13, · “The Red Convertible” by Louise Erdrich is the story about the young energetic man, who is full of energy and spirit of freedom, who lives a happy life and who has a great break in his life after he comes back from Vietnam.
HOME Essays Literature Theme in “The Red Convertible” “The Red Convertible” by Louise Erdrich is a short story from the collection of stories named Love Medicine.
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