Stephen Graham Jones tells a fascinating and original story of four friends who made a horrible mistake and how the choices years before come back to haunt the men one-by-one. He weaves together life on and off of the Blackfeet reservation for these men who’s lives never quite turned out the way they expected, painted expertly on a tapestry of indigenous spirituality and culture, as well as the way nature and the supernatural can intermingle in the most interesting and horrifying ways.
The way Jones manages to make even the most mundane things somehow beautiful and captivating is perhaps the most amazing thing about him as a writer. His storytelling and descriptive elements are unrivaled by most.
What we end up with, in The Only Good Indians, at the core is an unconventional tale of revenge and motherhood that I couldn’t put down if I’d wanted to.