Keene writes colonial history inside-out. His 'stories' are for novel-lovers: not patchworks of detail burdened with significance, but whole organic worlds. He forestalls easy identifications and emotions (how could we colonize the son of a Native-American mother and European father whose family owns African slaves with our facile empathy or moral indignation?). Keene's complex alternative histories and baroque vocabulary/syntax will make you squirm--but they will revive sense organs you didn't know were dead. To the archival/documentary style of Alexander Kluge, Keene adds the visceral alarm of animals shipwrecked in a "new world."