WE SURVIVED THE NIGHT

A member of a Canadian Native nation writes skillfully of daily life and the transcendent power of traditional stories.

Filmmaker and writer NoiseCat opens on a horrifying note: His newborn father was almost murdered at one of Canada’s infamous residential schools, “cast into the incinerator to be burned with the garbage.” Fortunately, a night watchman rescued “Baby X,” who returned to his band in British Columbia and its small reservation. “Our rez looks the way you might imagine a rez looks,” writes NoiseCat, “cars up on blocks, free-­ranging dogs, horses here and there, the occasional cousin getting around on a bicycle pieced together out of spare parts.” His father would become a famed artist, but at the cost of leaving his family behind and, for many years, battling alcoholism. Drawing on “tspetékwll,” or etiological stories, NoiseCat portrays his father as Coyote, “a great creator, terrible demolisher, and downright hilarious hellraiser.” In other words, as the author elaborates, Coyote is neither all good nor all evil, just as life is something both to endure and to celebrate. And, he adds, Coyote was well aware, too, that “he was a failure and a laughingstock.” NoiseCat is both eloquent and plainspoken: When signing a condolence book at the death of Canada’s monarch, he writes simply, “You take care, Queen Elizabeth,” but his language more often sings: “If you know where to look and who to listen to, you might just run into some of the raucous Indian stories, new and old, to which this land and its humans truly belong.” Along with those traditional and raucous stories, NoiseCat recounts some key moments in modern Native Canadian history, including the successful campaign on the part of the Inuit to create a self-governing territory that takes in a third of Canada’s landmass.

Thoughtful, informative, often entertaining, and just as often saddening, NoiseCat’s is a book to remember.