"Louise Erdrich" is an American writer of novels, poetry, and children's books featuring Native Americans in the United States/Native American characters and settings. She is an enrolled member of the Turtle Mountain Band of Chippewa Indians, a band of the Anishinaabe (also known as Ojibwa and Chippewa).

Erdrich is widely acclaimed as one of the most significant writers of the second wave of the Native American Renaissance. In 2009, her novel The Plague of Doves was a finalist for the Pulitzer Prize for Fiction and also received an Anisfield-Wolf Book Award. In November 2012, she received the National Book Award for Fiction for her novel The Round House (novel)/The Round House. She was married to author Michael Dorris and the two collaborated on a number of works.

She is also the owner of Birchbark Books, a small independent bookstore in Minneapolis that focuses on Native American literature and the Native community in the Twin Cities.

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Hunger steals the memory.

You know, some people fall right through the hole in their lives. It's invisible, but they come to it after time, never knowing where.

Here I am, where I ought to be. A writer must have a place where he or she feels this, a place to love and be irritated with.

They were so strong in their beliefs that there came a time when it hardly mattered what exactly those beliefs were; they all fused into a single stubbornness.

In our own beginnings, we are formed out of the body's interior landscape, For a short while, our mothers' bodies are the boundaries and personal geography which are all that we know of the world.

Columbus only discovered that he was in some new place. He didn't discover America.

You're talking about evolving a cuisine from a people whose cuisine has been whatever we could get for a long time.

[She also tempers emotion with wry perspective. A woman driven to infamy by passion cannot have the man she loves.] As women have found since love began, ... she found she could live.

It was enough just to sit there without words.