From Amazon
Playing in a rock and roll band may be a trip in itself, but Toronto-based Rheostatics rhythm guitarist Dave Bidini sets out on a different kind of world tour in his second book,
Tropic Of Hockey: My Search For The Game in Unlikely Places. (His first,
On a Cold Road, offers a bands-eye-view of Canadian road rigours.) Bidini is obviously knowledgeable; he's contributed to several anthologies, including
The Original Six: True Stories from Hockey's Classic Era and
Maple Leaf Gardens: Memories and Dreams 1931-1999. In those books a lot of the travelling is back in time--reveries about legendary NHL moments and rivalries, Canada Cup battles, and of course, Maple Leafs heartbreaks. The travelling in
Tropic is more spatial than temporal; Bidini's quest takes him to rinks in such far-flung locales as China and the Middle East.
As a fan, Bidini has an infectious enthusiasm that can propel rabid fans and the uninitiated alike into the mindset and emotion of the game, if not exactly to unlikely places. "Hatred as well as love, lives in my hockey heart, and I wouldn't trade one for the other," he declares. He talks playoff-type trash like, "I thought I'd stumbled upon a sheik look-alike contest," in the United Arab Emerites, or opining, "Their faces were folded and pinched with age, as if they too might have been clubbed with the odd puck," about some passers-by in China. And just like the game, Tropic is rough and unforgiving, packing plenty of dud one-liners but also some sporting zingers: "After the first period, the Singapore goalie had touched more rubber than the Marquis de Sade." In the end, Bidini's offbeat candour comes off as either insightful and witty or petulant and boring, depending on your taste. --Sigcino Moyo
--This text refers to the
Hardcover
edition.
From Publishers Weekly
Canadian writer and rock musician Bidini (On a Cold Road) shares his rediscovery of hockey and the global odyssey that brought him back to his nation's sport. Bidini's narrative is funny and thoughtful as he comes to grips with national identity, which in Canada almost invariably means hockey. The book's central theme is that of a dispossessed fan, one who grew out of the sport as he embraced rock and roll, only to rediscover the joy and beauty of hockey as an adult. An avid recreational player, Bidini tells a funny story about his search for the real game. Bored nearly to death by the clutch-and-grab NHL of the late 1990s, he spends an evening watching Martha Stewart instead of his once-beloved playoffs. "I had no choice but to leave," he quips. And leave he does, searching the earth for hockey in its purest form. From Hong Kong to Manchuria, from Transylvania to the United Arab Emirates, the author discovers players and personalities the casual NHL fan would never imagine. Like all good travelogues, Bidini's carries a healthy dose of soul searching; a great storyteller, he's at his best when he stumbles upon revelations about himself or hockey. Perhaps the book's greatest strength is that it is among the first hockey books written by someone entirely outside the pro game. Free from the behavioral constraints and clannish codes of the locker room, Bidini tells a story about hockey that neither Wayne Gretzky nor the author's beloved Wendel Clark could mimic. Canadians have enjoyed this book for almost two years; it's time American readers got a chance to read this gem.
--This text refers to the
Hardcover
edition.