A COUNCIL OF DOLLS

A history of women described by way of their dolls.

For her latest novel, Power has chosen an unusual organizing principle: dolls. The book describes three generations of Dakhóta and Lakhóta women—girls, really—from most recent to least, and back again. Each girl had a beloved doll. In the 1960s, Sissy had Ethel, a Black Tiny Thumbelina doll. In the ‘30s, Lily had Mae, a used Shirley Temple doll. And at the beginning of the century, Cora had Winona, a traditional Dakota doll made from deer hide. Each doll seems to be inhabited by a spirit; each girl seems to hear her speak. Cora, and Lily after her, suffer at the Indian boarding schools they’re forced to attend, and while their dolls try to protect them, their powers are limited. Sissy, meanwhile, bears the brunt of her mother’s inherited trauma. Power’s book contains many evocative moments and even more lyrical passages, such as this one, where she describes the boarding school that Cora and Lily attend: “this strange place, which purposely unravels the fabric of its students to remake them into something they might not recognize.” But the premise of the book is saccharine. It might have worked better as a middle-grade title or a young adult novel. In the book’s last quarter, Sissy, now an adult writer who has changed her name to Jesse, tries to confront her own and her ancestors’ pasts. This is the only part of the novel that contains significant amounts of dialogue. Unfortunately, the dialogue is stilted and two-dimensional, and the book’s ending drags on—and on.

An occasionally moving book that’s been steeped a minute too long in sentimentality.