Something in the supposedly pacific Northwest apparently lends itself to premonitions of apocalypse. Is it the haunting specter of a dismembered Microsoft? The prospect of hordes of Californians bum-rushing what used to be a secret haunt of programmers and hikers? Or simply some Cultural Affective Disorder brought on by an incessant rainy season? Writer Sherman Alexie offers up an emblematic vision of this Northwestern dystopia in his short story "The Sin Eaters," which imagines a last roundup where white people finally vent their mingled resentment of and desire for that elusive "Native American spirit." How do they do it? By literally extracting whatever secrets of survival hide within the... More >>>