The Only Good Indians – or how to freak yourself out while running in the dark

I do more than half of my reading these days using audio while I run. It's really the only way I can fit enough reading in, what with 3 kids, a full time and part time job, writing, and owning a small farm (farmlet? Is that a thing?).
And if you are one of those purists who think audio books don't count as reading, what are doing here? We are diametrically opposed.
Wow, digress much? Back to reading/listening. The Only Good Indians, by Stephen Graham Jones, narrated by Shaun Taylor-Corbett. This was not an author I was very familiar with, but I kept seeing good things so I thought I'd give it a try.
I liked this. A lot. I'm usually not a huge fan of multiple successive POVs, but this worked. Worked too well. I got really invested in each character, and then felt a bit put out when it was time to move on. But that was short lived as I of course got invested in the next. A nod to Jones's ability there.
I'm trying hard not to put any spoilers in here. The world was rich and heartbreaking in its matter-of-fact delivery of real life issues, and that delivery had a beautiful rhythm to it (both written and spoken) that was at times almost hypnotic.  And let's not forget the horror – episodic and delivered with shocking casualness that made it feel inevitable. Most of my runs are done pre-dawn to dawn, down dirt roads and tracks, and there was enough tension, and enough spookiness and violence, that I ran faster than my usual. Lucky I didn't pull a hamstring.
This work was bleak and deep and depicted a world layered in ways I was fascinated by. I get why there has been such buzz about this work. Nice work, Mr. Jones.