New York City. 1968. I was 24. I had just graduated from college. I applied to VISTA (Volunteers in Service to America) as a possible deferment from the Army and Vietnam. I was young and I thought I knew everything. I figured if they had VISTA in any state they had to have VISTA in every state. I requested an assignment in Hawaii. So naturally, six months later I’m in the very remote, tiny Eskimo village of Sleetmute, Alaska. No streets, no electricity, no phones, no television, no signs, no law. I’m wearing everything I own. I’m hunting for my food. It’s fifty degrees below zero and it’s getting colder........ Kirkus Reviews said Sleetmute is “incredibly entertaining” and also “Resnicoff’s encounters fascinate not only because they introduce readers to a world few have ever seen, but also because he’s a gifted storyteller. He channels his 24-year-old self’s confusion and naïveté in a way that is by turns hilarious, endearing and often quite moving”.
This book was an interesting and simple read. It only takes about 30 minutes or so to read (the font is large and there are many pictures). Resnicoff presents his experience in Sleetmute both visually and verbally, which adds another dimension to his story. I've one complaint: the book has many comma, apostrophe and spelling errors. With some proofreading and rewording, this book has potential as a unique account of middle-of-nowhere Alaska.
A solid account of time spent in a village. Draws mainly on a distant memory. Might gained much from a visit while writing to place his own experience in a historical context, to freshen his recall, and to note the differences after many decades.
In the 90s I taught in Sleetmute for two years. This was a fun quick read for me. Some of the main players mentioned in this book were still there. Most had moved on.others had come in to take their place. Thank you for the book Stan!