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Bookends: Lawrence Hill Delves Deep into the Subject of Blood December 30, 2018

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Bookends: Lawrence Hill Delves Deep into the Subject of Blood

By Dan Davidson

April 25, 2018

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Blood

Blood: The Stuff of Life 

By

 

384 pages

House of Anansi Press

$14.80

eBook edition

$9.99

 

Lawrence Hill’s fascination with blood stems from an incident when he was very young and cut himself on a broken beer bottle. He splashed blood of the sidewalk all the way home – 10 houses away –hoping that he would need enough stitches to have bragging rights. It didn’t work out for him. Four were not enough. But he was impressed by how long it took for the blood to be washed away.

A few years later, he managed to crash through the glass door of a cottage and cut his upper arm.

He recounts these personal stories in chapter one, “Go Careful with That Blood of Mine: Blood Counts” of the 2013 Massey Lectures. Getting the contract for this chore took him away from writing The Illegalfor about a year, he says, but he found it worth while as it caused him to organize and formalize a theme which he had already noticed was prominent in his other fiction and non-fiction writing.

The resulting research is indicated by the footnotes, acknowledgements, and bibliography at the end of this book.

That first chapter is a short history of the study of blood, as well as a personal account of his own experience, first as a runner, and after, in his mid-forties, as a man with the same diabetes that seems to afflict all the male members of his family, going back several generations.

“Blood,” he concludes at the end of that chapter, ”is truly the stuff of life: a bold and enduring determinant of identity, race, gender, culture, citizenship, belonging, privilege, deprivation, athletic superiority and nationhood. It is so vital to our sense of ourselves, our abilities and our possibilities for survival that we have invested money, time, and energy in learning how to manipulate its very composition.”

There was a time in his life when Hill badly wanted to be a champion runner, and it took him some time to realize that he had pushed himself to the peak of his ability in that sport. It turned out that he wasn’t getting enough oxygen into his bloodstream. He was fit and thin, and remains so today, but at age 16 he “had the lung capacity of a forty year old smoker.”

His track coach at the time was David Steen, a reporter and gold medal athlete, who recommended he take up the study of English literature, for which we can all be grateful.

“We Want it Safe and We Want it Clean: Blood, Truth and Honour” examines what we have traditionally done with blood, how it has been used for sacrifice, offered to the nation, and used in medicine. In particular he dissects the issues related to stem cell research, blood donation policies, and the tainted blood scandals of the 1980s, which have affected the lives of a couple of families I know.

There is a revealing section on the scandalous career of disgraced cyclist Lance Armstrong.

“Comes by it Honestly: Blood and Belonging” begins by telling about his own quest as a man of mixed blood to define himself, and how this nearly led to his death while serving with Crossroads International in Niger in 1979. This chapter deals with matters of blood, personal identity and international affairs.

“From Humans to Cockroaches: Blood in the Veins of Power and Spectacle” deals with how blood in involved with violence, power and spectacle.

“Violence and power need blood,” he writes. “They feed on it as cars feed on gasoline. When we want to hurt people, entertain ourselves at their expense, or capitulate to our most base instincts, we lust for blood.”

This chapter cites works as diverse as the Bible,The Wizard of Oz, The Hunger Games, the Harry Potter novels, and Buffy the Vampire Slayer.

“Of Presidential Mistresses, Holocaust Survivors, and Long-Lost Ancestors: Secrets in Our Blood” ranges through literature and history. The presidential mistress was Sally Hemings and the president was Thomas Jefferson, who wrote strongly against miscegenation (the mixing of races) and yet had a son with this woman.

In science and home economics we know that blood stains are among the hardest to remove from anything, and it is a trope in television mysteries that it becomes visible with the use of certain chemicals and types of light even after it seems to have been removed.

Lady Macbeth knew the staying power of blood stains (“Out, damn’d spot! Out I say. What, will these hands ne’re be clean?”) ”as did the murderer Raskolnikov in Crime and Punishment, who cannot seem to get the blood from his hands, his axe, his boots, and certainly not from his imagination.

The Massey Lectures are broadcast annually by the CBC as part of its Ideas series. The original recordings, in the fall, take place live in five different cities. Last year’s series, with Payam Akhaven, had one of its sessions at the Yukon Arts Centre. The lectures are generally repeated sometime in the spring, often with some additional material.

Most of them are available in book form and as audio productions from Anansi Press. The books are either expanded versions of the talks or the talks are condensed versions of the chapters. Hill told me it as a bit like doing different essays on the same subject.

When I covered the Akhaven lectures, In Search of a Better World, I had the book open beside me and read the parts he wasn’t saying, so I could see how that worked. Some of the earlier lectures are available for free listening on the CBC Radio Ap, but Hill’s lectures not there any longer.

 

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Bookends: One Woman’s Personal Struggle to save the Arctic’s Snow and Ice December 29, 2018

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Bookends: One Woman’s Personal Struggle to save the Arctic’s Snow and Ice

By Dan Davidson

April 4, 2018

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The Right to Be Cold: One Woman’s Story of Protecting Her Culture, the Arctic and the Whole Planet

By Sheila Watt-CloutierThe Right to Be Cold

Penguin Canada

368 pages

$22.00

eBook edition, KOBO or Kindle: $11.99

 

Sheila Watt-Cloutier was a keynote speaker at last fall’s Tourism Association of Yukon conference, held in Dawson City. Much of her presentation was drawn from this book, with its provocative and surprising title.  This book was one of the finalists in the 2016 Canada Reads contest, as well as being nominated for a number of non-fiction awards.

A few passages from its introduction will serve to give you the flavour of her argument.

“For the first ten years of my life, I travelled only by dog team. As the youngest child of four on our family hunting and ice fishing trips, I would be snuggled into warm blankets and fur in a box tied safely on top of the qamutiik, the dogsled.

“The Arctic may seem cold and dark to those who don’t know it well, but for us a day of hunting or fishing brought the most succulent, nutritious food. Then there would be the intense joy as we gathered together as family and friends, sharing and partaking of the same animal in a communal meal. To live in a boundless landscape and a close-knit culture in which everything matters and everything is connected is a kind of magic. Like generations of Inuit, I bonded with the ice and snow.”

That bond is being broken as the reliability and predictability of the climate changes. A culture dependent on its relationship to the land, the snow and the ice, is becoming collateral damage to the global warming which is having she writes, its most dramatic impact on the region which is the “cooling system for the planet.”

“The Arctic ice and snow, the frozen terrain that Inuit life has depended on for millennia, is now diminishing in front of our eyes.”

This book is a blend of personal memoir and a history of her struggle, n her various roles, to come to terms with those changes and get others to take responsibility to reduce the toxins that natural forces tend to filter into the North.

This has happened to such as extent that at one time mother’s milk was found to be contaminated with industrial toxins due them being ingested as a component in the country foods that are a natural part of the Inuit diet.

Traditional education on the land was about more than just teaching children how to survive, the hunt, to master the technical skills, she writes. These lessons were also exercises in character building.

“It’s a very wholistic approach. The technical skills and the character building are not separate at all. Technical skills are about how the world works; character skills are about how you work. This wholistic approach to learning is the hallmark of Inuit culture, and this wisdom, which is sourced from the ice and the cold and the snow, is equally now at stake.

“It is being lost, just as the ice itself is being lost.”

Paradoxically, Watt-Cloutier’s time in a couple of residential school settings during her teenage years is something she remembers as being quite positive for herself and her classmates, even though it did divorce them from their culture. She seems to feel that more damage was done when she was finishing her high school and living with a well-meaning, but non-native, family in Nova Scotia.

She would spend many years trying to reclaim her fluency in her native tongue. She would have liked to reclaim as much as possible of her native culture but she found that, during her absences for school, the life she remembered so fondly had decayed and diminished. Some of this was due to the changing climate limiting traditional choices; some was due to nomadic people being herded into settlements by government policies and social assistance financing; some of it was due to the curse of alcohol, a problem she herself experienced at one point.

Watt-Cloutier has travelled extensively during her working life, beginning with jobs in the health care and education fields before moving into the political arena. She has been a political representative for Inuit at the regional, national and international levels, most recently as International Chair for the Inuit Circumpolar Council, which represents the interests of Inuit people in Canada, Alaska, Russia and Greenland.

She became a sort of human rights activist for the North. In 2007, Watt-Cloutier was nominated for the Nobel Peace Prize for her advocacy work in showing the impact global climate change has on human rights, especially in the Arctic, where it is felt more immediately and more dramatically than anywhere else in the world.She did not win the prize, but the nomination highlighted her work.

She does not see herself as an environmentalist, though they have some causes in common. Protests over seal hunting have done serious damage to the Inuit economy, led by people who don’t understand that seals are both food and raw materials for the Inuit.

“We Inuit simply cannot have personal freedom, we cannot have choice, if we don’t have the right to be cold, if our homeland and culture are destroyed by climate change.”

In addition to her Nobel nomination, Watt-Cloutier has been awarded the Aboriginal Achievement Award, the UN Champion of the Earth Award, and the prestigious Norwegian Sophie Prize. She is also an officer of the Order of Canada. From 1995 to 2002, she served as the elected Canadian president of the Inuit Circumpolar Council (ICC). In 2002, she was elected international chair of the council. Under her leadership, the world’s first international legal action on climate change was launched with a petition to the Inter-American Commission on Human Rights.

This is an engaging book, most interesting in the pages where it is most personal. The drier aspects of bureaucratic struggle do drag on a bit, but it is a worthwhile read for all that, and those details do matter.

 

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Bookends: Robbie Robertson and the story of The Band February 16, 2018

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Bookends: Robbie Robertson and the story of The Band

By Dan Davidson

August 9, 2017

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Testimony: A Memoir 

Testimony

By Robbie Robertson

Vintage Canada

512 pages

$21.15

Kindle: $16.99

“I was introduced to serious storytelling at a young age, on the Six Nations Reserve. The oral history, the legends, the fables, and the great holy mystery of life. My mother, who was Mohawk and Cayuga, was born and raised there.

“At the age of nine I told my mother that I wanted to be a storyteller when I grew up. She smiled and said, ‘I think you will.’”

Robbie Robertson is another one of those mixed race persons who have decided that their primary identity is to be found in the First Nation side of their genetic heritage.

One wonders what might have happened if Robertson’s biological father, a Jewish professional gambler named Alexander David Klegerman, had lived. But Robertson was still an infant when his father died in a hit and run accident, and he was adopted by his mother’s second husband, James Patrick Robertson. It was only many years later, when that marriage was in trouble, that Robbie learned the truth about his background.

We get clues as to how that night have gone later in the book, when he meets some of his shadier relatives, but this book really begins with 16 year old Robertson heading south from Toronto to Fayetteville, Arkansas, about to try out as a bass player for the Hawks, the backing group for the legendary Rockin’ Ronnie Hawkins. By then, Robertson had been playing in bands since the age of 14, and had worked in a travelling carny circuit for parts of two summers, as well as at the Canadian National Exhibition.

It was the years with the Hawks, though, that would be his major training ground, and the changing composition of that band woiuld move him from the bass to lead guitar, and surround him with most of the individuals that would later become the Band.

We meet them all, one by one, and though the late Levon Helm painted a nasty picture of Robertson in his book about The Band, Robertson can’t say enough positive things about his former band mate. In a touching CBC interview that was recently rebroadcast, Robertson regretted never having been able to patch things up with Helm.

The years with Hawkins were followed by the years with Bob Dylan, for when Dylan decided to go electric, he picked the Hawks as his backing band. Initially the first half of the shows on the tour were vintage Dylan acoustic, and then he would bring out the Hawks. Some people were delighted, but Robertson remembers it as a hard three year (1965-68) tour, and being on the receiving end of a lot of anger.

In 1967, the members of the band relocated to Woodstock, living in the house that would come to known as Big Pink, and that’s where they merged the rockabilly blues of their Hawks years with the folk-rock of the tour and developed the unique sound that would make them into The Band.

First, though, there were the Basement Tapes, which is an interesting section. Imagine Bob Dylan, recovering from his motorcycle accident, upstairs in the house, pounding out lyrics of a typewriter, handing the pages off the group and saying something like lets’ see what we can do with this. The Basement tapes CDs have a lot of minor stuff on them, but they also have “This Wheel’s on Fire”, “You Ain’t Going’ Nowhere”, and “Tears of Rage”, some classic stuff often covered by other people. There were eventually 138 songs.

The story moves on to the group’s first solo album, Music from Big Pink, and the rather offhand way they ended up with that name and the name The Band.

Robertson takes us through the recording of subsequent albums, but it becomes clear in the narrative that some of the guys aren’t having as much fun as they used to without chemical assistance. Not that Robertson abstained; there are numerous tales of this type in the book, though not as many as in Mick Fleetwood’s memoir, which I reviewed here a few months back.

What the two books have in common is that both Robertson and Fleetwood came to feel that they were responsible for keeping their groups together, and that put a strain on the kind of communal energy that had created the Band in the first place.

There’s quite a bit of space devoted to the creation of The Last Waltz, the Martin Scorsese film and 3-LP (you do remember records, right?) that actually became their swan song. Getting the record together was a near thing. The day they were supposed to start working on it at their Shangri-la studio, Robertson got there early, expecting to get to work, By 3:30 that day no one else had shown up.

“Waiting there as the sun went down, it finally hit me – what I had been in denial about: this train we’d been riding so long was pulling into the station, not just for touring, not just for recording, but for everything.”

 

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Bookends: Growing up in Canada and around the World January 17, 2017

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Bookends: Growing up in Canada and around the World

By Dan Davidson

April 19, 2016

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The Water Here Is Never Blue: Intrigue And Lies From An Uncommon Childhoodthe-water-here

By Shelagh Plunkett
Viking

304 pages

$29.70

e-book: $14.99

 

When I tell Shelagh Plunkett that she was a bit of a naughty girl in that hotel room in Jakarta at the tender age of 15, she casts her mind back and agrees with me. It was a rebellion that would be quite at odds with the life the adult woman has since carved out for herself in Montreal, but it was perhaps understandable given what had happened in her life up to that point.

In the 1970s this young girl, her sister, and her brother, were whisked off to Guyana by their parents, to a nation where her father, who was ostensibly an engineer, was supposed to helping to map and catalogue water and mineral resources for the local government.

The kids were enrolled in a religious run day school and eventually became quite acclimatized to the country. This portion of the book is narrated in a style which partakes of the local patois to a great extent. It has a flavour of steel drums and Guyanese music.

At the time she never suspected her father of doing anything nefarious, but as she grew older, she came to wonder more and more what he was really up to in all the trouble spots of the world. He was in the Mekong Delta in 1972, Afghanistan in 1974, in Uganda just after Idi Admin was deposed. When he died, in 1993, a friend of his named Russ Fraser lit a fuse of curiosity that had been waiting to ignite for some time.

“He said that wherever my father went, coups seemed to follow, that if Dad went to a country, you could bet there’d be an uprising of some sort soon after. Maybe Pat was a spy?”

Pat Plunkett didn’t take them with him to every job, but really quite disrupted the family’s lives with the moves he did make. It was not a normal Canadian childhood.

They were in Guyana (right the new government began nationalizing foreign owned companies) long enough to feel at home there and when another assignment took him elsewhere, they returned to Vancouver.

There, Shelagh, at least, found she did not fit in. She had odd habits and expectations which the “it girls” which she calls “the Debbies” did not appreciate. She picked up some teen rebellion habits like coming to class slightly drunk and using four letter words to tell off her teachers, who suggested she needed psychotherapy. All this by the time she was finishing grade 9.

Then it was off to Indonesia, which was actually quite a dangerous place to be at the time, what with the government troops slaughtering East Timorese, and the potential dangers that might just creep up on two cute white, blond teenage girls (the brother being off at university by then) in a land where local people followed them around like a parade and wanted to touch them to see if they were real.

They were home schooled, spent a lot of time at their house, which was sort of a compound with a garden their mother created (because she really wasn’t allowed to do much else). It was home to a number of exotic animals, including a monkey.

The language used to describe their lives in Timor is quite different from that used to describe Guyana and the narrative there is edged with a potential for danger that didn’t seem to be in the earlier part of the book. Perhaps this is because the girls were older and more aware. Perhaps it is because they were more isolated from the local people than they had been in South America.

Coming back to Canada was even harder for Shelagh this time. She had missed so many of the cultural changes. Perhaps this contributed, when she grew up, to a life in which she did a lot of travelling. She has worked on research projects and written articles about places all over the world.

The last section of the book is her personal exploration of that part of India where her father died, taking with him all the secrets that she never got to uncover. She and her partner travelled to Shimla, in the Indian mountains, and stayed at Hotel Dreamland, where her father had stayed. She walked the path she believed he had been walking when his spine collapsed and he began his final journey to a strange and unknown land. She came no closer to unraveling his mystery than she ever had and concludes, “ Whatever else you want to know, you’ll have to find yourself, somewhere. Perhaps it’s out there, Maybe not.”

Shelagh Plunkett is an award-winning writer and journalist. She has been published in various Canadian and U.S. journals, including The Walrus, enRoute Magazine, Geist, The Globe and Mail, and the Vancouver Sun. Plunkett currently lives in Montreal and was recently a writer-in-residence in Berton House.

 

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Bookends: Journalists explain why they do it January 17, 2017

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Bookends: Journalists explain why they do it

By Dan Davidsonthats-why

April 6, 2016

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That’s Why I’m A Journalist

Top Canadian Reporters Tell Their Most Unforgettable Stories

edited by Mark Bulgutch

Douglas & McIntyre

328 pages

$32.95

 

This book was assembled by a man whose name I did not know, but whose work I have been watching for years. Mark Bulgutch worked for the CBC for 35 years, nearly one-third of that time as a senior editor for the National, and ending as Senior Executive Producer of TV News. During those years he accumulated an impressive number of awards for his work, but unless you watched all the credits on a regular basis, you wouldn’t have seen his name.

Louise Penny named the central character of her Gamache mystery series after an editor she had worked with at the CBC, but Bulgutch hasn’t been memorialized that way.

In his introduction to the 44 essays in this book, Bulgutch notes that journalism wasn’t his original childhood choice for a career. When he was 5 or 6 he really wanted to be a milkman. Now there’s a career that wouldn’t have lasted. A good many of you will never even have seen such a person, or even seen frozen milk pushing the cardboard cap off a glass bottle in the winter.

It was watching his parents, whom he describes as working class folks who were barely literate, go through the daily ritual of reading the evening paper, that convinced him there was something magical about the process.

“And it was magical. The entire world was suddenly in my hands.”

For a lot of the reporters, most of whom are familiar faces and voices on CBC, CTV, Global, or on the various American networks where they have made their mark, there’s something of that in the tales they tell. Their profession has allowed them to get more than an everyday, street level view of what is going on in the world, or in whatever segment of the world on which they were focussed.

For some of them, it’s the thrill of having a backstage look at major events. For others it’s a feeling that this one particular story is making a difference to someone, somewhere.

For David Common, during the earthquake in Haiti, it was telling stories that he felt no one else was paying attention to.

Brian Stewart had a similar feeling during an early Ethiopian famine, but in his case there really was no one else there. “I felt the responsibility weighing heavily on my back.”

Adrienne Arsenault recalls bringing two old men together, one a Jew , the other a Palestinian. It was a meeting that it took three years to set up and it was fraught with tension, but it was full of meaning and worth the effort.

Diana Swain worked to uncover the scandal in the Boy Scout movement.

“Journalism,” she writes, “is about making things better.”

Allison Smith told the story of a Canadian 9/11 survivor, just one man’s story instead of the big global mess.

Patrick Brown travelled to Graceland with the Elvis Presley Appreciation Society of Quebec when Elvis died.

Anna Maria Tremonti spent time in the former Yugoslavian town of Mostar, where she found that victims of that war could be gracious and welcoming in he midst of their pain.

Dan Bjarnason, in spite of his mild phobia about small spaces, got to travel in one of Canada’s newly acquired British lemon submarines and produced a story that the brass hated, but the enlisted guys loved.

Joy Malborn was in Berlin when the Wall came down and Paul Hunter was sent to Boston to cover the aftermath of the Marathon bombing.

Hannah Gartner uncovered the nasty details of the Ashley Smith case, in which a young woman choked herself to death while guards, forbidden to enter her cell as long as she was conscious, looked on.

The venerable Joe Schlesinger was one of the first journalists to realize that relations between China and the United States were about to thaw, and that a game of Ping-Pong was the key to understanding that this was going to happen.

Peter Mansbridge writes about his experience being guided through the tunnels and trenches of Vimy Ridge during he 70th anniversary of the D-Day landing in 2014. He was there to commemorate a different war altogether, but these WW I remains affected him deeply

“When I came out of that tunnel I can truly say I had never felt more Canadian.”

This is quite a book for someone who dabbles in the trade and can say that he’s felt a few of these impulses over the years. I think I write to help myself make sense of the world, and hope to help others do the same. There was a lot of that motivation in a lot of these stories.

This was a browser of a book – one or two entries every few days. It took a while to read, but it was well worth the time.

 

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And then my computer died February 3, 2012

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There has been a considerable hiatus in postings here due to the death of my laptop. Fortunately the data was stored elsewhere, but I have some catching up to do.

This is what a dying computer looks like:

About Klondykewriter and Uffish Productions September 5, 2011

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This is the beginning of a place to post the various types of writing I do under the general heading of Uffish Productions. It will include Bookends ( Book Reviews), Uffish Thoughts (commentary) and links to places such as What’s Up Yukon where another regular column (A Klondike Korner) appears, or to theKlondike Sun, where most of my journalism ends up (either before or after it appears in the Whitehorse Star.
Expect this site to change on a regular basis, most likely weekly at the least.