There are a precious few among us who by their eccentricity, passion and stubborn refusal to be anything other than themselves draw us into their web. Their appeal defies politics, proper behaviour and reason itself. They are at the same time kindred spirits and proof that opposites attract. They live large and loud and when they pass, the silence is deafening.
They are national treasures. The living and breathing kind that form a far bigger part of the character of any country than mere landmarks such as the Grand Canyon and Stonehenge.
National treasures are first of all living treasures. When they die and stop surprising, delighting and confusing us, they become simply memories, and we leave their legacy to the world.
What does it take to become a national treasure?
First off, it calls for not trying to become one. National treasures live their way into the role.
Residency is a key requirement. Treasure that crosses the border is diminished in value. Neil Young would seem to have all the stuff of a national treasure were it not for that damned ranch in California. Bryan Adams, K.D Lang … same deal and besides, they’re far too buttoned up. National treasures never complete the process of figuring it out, nor do they ever stop trying. The Tragically Hip deliver to most of the demands and they do live here, but national treasures are “he” or “she” or “it” and seldom if ever “they.”
At least Leonard Cohen has a home in Montreal, but he has moved far past “national” to become a treasure on a much larger scale.
A certain degree of celebrity is a requirement for becoming a national treasure, but it doesn’t guarantee entry to that elevated rank. It’s not that simple or easy. And it is somewhat subjective.
For example, while Hunter S. Thompson spent most of his life as a National Treasure, Steve Jobs never made the cut. Not everyone will agree, but with seven years gone by between their departures, Thompson’s legend continues to grow, while Jobs seems to have been replaced as easily as the latest and instantly obsolete iPhone you just purchased.
Some national treasures transcend borders, languages and all other barriers to community and communication. They become international treasures and unite the world with their loss. We all share the pain of the passing of a John Lennon or John Kennedy.
What creates or inspires us to proclaim a national or international treasure? Why does Lennon qualify when McCartney does not?
The answer is a human one. National treasures are imperfect. Vulnerable. And their fragility empowers us. We believe that without our support, they will crash and burn to leave the world poorer for their loss.
They light-heartedly walk an edge we step away from. They take us to places we lack the courage to visit on our own. Whatever happens there, they blame no one. They are humble in victory and gracious defeat.
They know who is deserving. And that it is not them. National treasures live in awe of their audiences, without which they simply do not exist.
Against these criteria and here in Canada the list of contenders can quickly be culled to one.
Lightfoot.