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Louise Erdrich’s new novel, “LaRose,�� begins with the elemental gravitas of an ancient story: One day while hunting, a man accidentally kills his neighbor’s 5-year-old son.

Such a canyon of grief triggers the kind of emotional vertigo that would make anyone recoil. But you can lean on Erdrich, who has been bringing her healing insight to devastating tragedies for more than 30 years. Where other writers might have jumped from this boy’s death into a black hole of despair �� or, worse, slathered on a salve of sentimentality �� Erdrich proposes a breathtaking response.

“LaRose�� plays out in the Ojibwe territory of North Dakota immortalized in more than a. . . .

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