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The Questionable Category of “Native American Literature”

“The object is beautiful in itself, worthy of appreciation as a whole and for its own sake.”

“And the single deep voice of the singers lay upon the dance, lay even upon the valley and the earth, whole and inscrutable, everlasting.”

—N. Scott Momaday, House Made of Dawn

Dividing what’s indivisible leads to heartache. That’s true for people, and it’s true for books.

At their best, categories in literature function as identities authors appreciate, as badges of honor they’re seeking or creating, or as marketing tools for publishers. But

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