Even if you haven't read his stuff, you probably saw Field of Dreams, which was based on his novel Shoeless Joe, which in turn was based on a short story. That piece was not a one-off. He wrote a lot of novels and short stories about baseball and they were almost examples of magic realism. My favorite was a short story in which the manager of the Boston Red Sox receives a vision from God which informs him that that beleaguered team will win a World Series some day - but it will be the last one before the end of the world. How would that affect your coaching decisions?
The stories are set on the Reserve of the Ermineskin First Nation in Alberta. In the U.S. we would call it a Reservation of an Indian Tribe or Native Nation. The problem is that Kinsella is not a member of any First Nation and, if I recall correctly, said that when he wrote the first story, his only experience of that people was having some as customers when he was driving a cab.
Which brings up the subject of cultural appropriation. Now, you could argue that Tony Hillerman did the same thing with his Navajo characters, but they were clearly the heroes and as far as I know, his books were popular with members of the tribe. (They gave him an award, after all.)
One reviewer complained: "[I]magination does not absolve racialism; humor is no excuse to exploit negative preconceptions about tribal people. The author plays Indian for a white audience."
So why do I bring these works at all? Because some of them are so damned good.
Most of the stories are not mysteries in any sense but a few are and one is on my list of favorite crime stories. The title tale of the first collection, Dance Me Outside, concerns the murder of a young First Nations woman by a young White man who is let off with a slap on the wrist. When justice fails, a type of vengence is exacted. (This story and a few others were the basis for a pretty good movie of the same name, which then spun off a not-so-good CBC series called The Rez.)
So there you have it. I wish I didn't feel so ambivalent about the stories. . Kinsella's world may have nothing to do with the real life of the people on that Reserve, but, for good or bad, he makes me believe it and feel compassion for them, even if he and I are a million miles off from understanding who they are. Such is the complexity of fiction.