Dave Bidini was a presenter at my local Word on the Street festival recently. I have to admit that I had not previously heard of him, his Juno, Genie and Gemini wins and his shortlisting in Canada Reads notwithstanding. Perhaps I have been living under a rock?
Regardless, the program advised Dave would be reading from and discussing his most recent book, Midnight Light: A Personal Journey to the North and having lived in Yellowknife, NWT for nearly 7 years, I was hooked. I wanted to hear what this complete stranger had to say about the place I spent my 20's, the place that formed me, imperfections and all.
As you do at these festivals, I bought the book and went to have it autographed, mentioning of course that I had lived in YK and after a short conversation (when, why) Dave took his pen and wrote All Hail NWT followed by a squiggle I can only presume is his signature.
If you have ever wondered what it is like to live in Canada's North in the summertime, then I highly recommend this book. Dave only spent a summer in Yellowknife, but if he ever decides to spend a winter there and write about that experience, I would read it.
Nothing is left out; you have the city and a few communities, their buildings and people, the lakes, the midnight light, even the Northern Lights at the end of summer, airplanes, fishing, houseboats, Folk on the Rocks, the bars, the newspaper, the prison, artists, musicians, the culture, politics, bugs, history, mining, legends, and polar bears.
This was a real trip down memory lane for me and I nodded along and thrilled at every remembrance: the "old" prison that was beside a trailer court and you could see the prisoners out playing baseball on the diamond on the grounds (I lived in that trailer court, and watched them play ball many times- I don't know where the new prison is), the vote on the name for the remaining territory after Nunavut was established - it's true, there was a strong push to name the territory Bob, but I was partial to Restavut (none of it and rest of it), slow pitch games that started at 10pm, the float planes taking off and landing on the bay, the Gold Range bar where you would rub elbows with all echelons of society with no segregation or judgement. I could go on, but Dave writes it much better than I ever could.
2nd read
This summer I was able to visit with a few long time friends from my Yellowknife days and that got me thinking about rereading this book. Took me right back again.
As Dave says
Yellowknifers were distinct and true in all of their imperfections, and they taught a lesson one can never be too smart to learn: it’s ok to be yourself, whether anyone’s noticing or not.