Sleetmute

1968... New York City. I was 24. I had just graduated from college. I applied to the government's VISTA program (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 that if VISTA had projects in ANY state they had to have them in EVERY state. I requested an assignment in Hawaii. So naturally, six months later I'm in the remote, tiny Eskimo village of Sleetmute, Alaska. No roads, no electricity, no telephones, no television, no signs, no law. I'm wearing everything I own. I'm hunting for my food. It's 50 degrees below zero....and getting colder... Kirkus Reviews called Sleetmute..."incredibly entertaining". They also said "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 naivete in a way that is by turns hilarious. endearing and often quite moving."