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Let’s talk about stories. One of my favorite parts of The Life Of Pi (a book for whom knowledge of the plot is entirely immaterial to how I’m about to use it) is how, in the end, it’s a story about stories—specifically, about how the stories we tell ourselves will always be far more important than whatever hypothetical “objective” reality supposedly exists. The reason we choose religion, or dogma, or any other belief system or ideology to ground our lives and give it meaning is almost never because it’s more “true” in some pragmatic sense. It’s because we’re drawn to whoever’s got the best story. Whether it’s the best because it lines up with what we already believe, or it’s the best because it goes beyond what we thought we knew to speak to something more profound, stories are always in competition to define us and our world.

And the indigenous women of Ennis have one hell of a story.

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