I sometimes find myself calling North Dakota Quarterly a literary journal. I think this fulfills some personal pretension that I am participating in the larger project of literature in some way. It’s closer to the truth to call North Dakota Quarterly a public humanities journal. Reading through the archives provides ample evidence
When I agreed to review Richard Edwards’ book Natives of a Dry Place: Stories of Dakota Before the Oil Boom for a well-regarded journal, I almost immediately regretted it. I had already heard stories of proud North Dakotans giving this book, wrapped in lutefisk, to other North Dakotans at the holidays.