A really solid collection that I am thrilled to have stumbled upon. Purdy, a true Canadian wilderness bad boy, the quintessential Canadian rustic man, an OG womanizer (surely at times seeming a slight bit of a misogynist, but, I must point out, his version of the love poem, of which there are a few in this collection, hit home with startling, if somewhat veiled, warmth and understanding)--this Purdy is one hell of a poet. "You know I'm a poet?" Drains his drink. "Oh yeah, read us a poem." Maybe some of them fall a little flat for me, which is why only 3 stars. But others in this collection really had an awesome effect. Highly recommended, at least for each to give him a try and make of his poetry, his voice and the life and perspective within it, what they will.
(And, p.s., sure, he uses the now highly offensive term "eskimo" with free reign, but notice he clearly had nothing but deep respect for the Inuit, and getting past that his Arctic poems are really quite powerful. We can't censor the past; this is the way things were. I urge readers to make a real attempt to not detract anything from Purdy's writing on that front, or on account of any other "infringements" on twenty-first century political correctness.)