kessaris’s father died in 2020 at 88. his mother, at 91, “is still sharp, with a great sense of humour,” he said. she was longtime admirer of former prime minister pierre elliott trudeau and one of the book’s stories features a delightful account of the time in the mid-1990s she rang his doorbell
on des pins ave. for a visit.
in one story, he describes encountering donny, who had been a dreadfully abusive boss at a production company kessaris worked at as an unpaid intern years earlier. his clothes looked worn, he didn’t recognize kessaris “and he looked unsure of his time and place.”
“did he have a family? was he loved? did he sacrifice all that for his career — one that is no longer there and forgotten by most?” kessaris writes. “i watched him walk away and an uneasy feeling came over me, that one day i could be him. we all could.”
another reason for writing the book was to depict what it’s like trying to navigate the world as someone with autism, said kessaris, who was 44 when he learned his diagnosis. the diagnosis was liberating for him, helping to explain the trouble he sometimes has understanding people’s intentions, and “it gave me a better understanding of who i am.”
as their tour of park ex continues, he and drukker see a young man on a unicycle. to kessaris, it’s a sign of how the neighbourhood is changing, with younger residents and university students moving in now that the nearby université de montréal mil campus is open. indeed, rising rents and gentrification are among the challenges the neighbourhood is facing.
“when i was a kid,” he writes, “if an unfortunate soul were to try to express any form of individuality by riding around on a unicycle, the local roughs, who would have none of that, would chase them down, beat them up, and break the unicycle to pieces before their eyes.”