John Glassco - A Gentleman of Pleasure

24 September 2012

The First Review of John Glassco's First Book

The Gazette, 13 December 1958

18 September 2012

Dimanche... Sunday... the 2012 John Glassco Prize

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29 July 2012

Selling Jamaica Farm

Photo by Stewart Cooke

Newly installed on the barn at what was once John Glassco's Jamaica Farm, site of the much-missed Foster Horse Show. The farm itself is again for sale, this time in two parts.

The barn, milk house and three acres of land. "Known locally as the original site of the Foster Horse Show."

The house Glassco built for first wife Elma. The realtor's listing recognizes its past:

JAMAICA FARM - CHANNEL YOUR INNER POET when you choose this home, formerly Buffy Glassco's residence. Discreetly sheltered by majestic pines, neighbour to Brome Lake Golf Club and well-located near Autoroute 10 and Brome Lake, your home and its 23+ acres has much to offer.

At $745,000 for both properties, the farm ranks as one of the most expensive pieces of Glasscoiana. Well worth the investment, I say.

The Eastern Townships Advertiser, 16 August 1961

13 June 2012

Hector de Saint-Denys-Garneau: cent ans

Hector de Saint-Denys-Garneau

13 June 1912 - 24 October 1943

I’m reading Garneau’s Journal now. This is, as you say, a unique thing in this country. He seems to have been like one of those mediaeval prodigies who developed almost overnight: poetry, metaphysics, art, nature, music, politics – he is brilliantly at home in all of them: only his sense of guilt and forlornness, his despair, are all too modern, and give him an astonishing depth.

— John Glassco, letter to F.R. Scott, 28 November 1957

The Journal of Saint-Denys-Garneau

McClelland & Stewart, 1962

Complete Poems of of Saint-Denys-Garneau

Oberon, 1975

01 June 2012

The 2011 Gabrielle Roy Prize

Photo by Wendy Roy

That's me on the far right with my fellow Gabrielle Roy Prize nominees (l-r) Sophie McCall, Alan Filewod, Herb Wyile and Susan Murphy this past Saturday at the Wilfrid Laurier University.

Congratulations to Herb, who took home the medal for his Anne of Tim Hortons: Globalization and the Reshaping of Atlantic-Canadian Literature.

Black-leather dandy, and elegant, martini-sipping beat, John Glassco was a one-man, literary underground. Impeccable in style and provocative in intent, his pornography is poetic, his poetry is arty, but all his writing has the precision and grace of beautiful lies. Yet, his genius has gone too long unheralded and unsung in his native land. Bravo to Brian Busby, then, whose exhaustively researched, exquisitely written, and endlessly interesting biography reveals Glassco's vivid complexity, intricate deceptions, and the convoluted genesis of his deathless triumphs in memoir, translation, lyric, and, yes, his odes to the joys of womanly sadism and boyish masochism. Busby gives us a detailed portrait of a grand bon vivant and a singular intellectual, who was likely English Canada's most gifted, truly radical writer.

– George Elliott Clarke

In his own elegant prose and with a profound appreciation of his subject’s life and work, Brian Busby introduces us to the life, the times, and the writings of a man who was not merely a gentleman of letters and pleasure but also a fabulist of the first order. Busby’s treatment and analysis of Glassco’s best-known work, the controversial Memoirs of Montparnasse, should lay to rest any questions still surrounding its composition. Read this book too for an exceptional and intimate gaze into the life and times of a pioneering translator of Franco-Québécois writers into English; an award-winning poet; and a noteworthy author of literary pornography. All combine quite comfortably to make A Gentleman of Pleasure a tremendously good and satisfying read.

– Sheila Fischman

As this book's subtitle makes clear, Glassco dabbled in many literary forms (with varying degrees of success – the more he wrote about spanking, it seems, the better his sales), but he truly excelled at self-mythology. His Memoirs of Montparnasse (1970), much-praised for its truthful evocation of an epoch, is now recognized as a grossly fanciful exaggeration of his youthful European adventures. Brian Busby earns full marks – not just for being crazy enough to play Boswell to a compulsive liar prone to destroying his personal correspondence – but for having the skill (and research chops) to sculpt fibs and embellishments into an eminently readable portrait of a writer whose greatest creation, ultimately, was his own life.

– James Martin, McGill News

I imagine that Busby, like many other literary biographers, ended up with a much different book than the one he had in mind originally. As he gathered more and more detail (he is a master of research), he must have rethought his previous assumptions, coming to see Glassco as a terribly sad figure: someone at odds with his wealthy family, frequently broke or seriously constrained in various ways by what he called 'the two features of my psychosexuality, the fetishistic and the masochistic.' Yet in the process Busby proves himself most sympathetic as he goes about revivifying a complex and (in this instance) highly conflicted individual consciousness, which is what serious biographers aspire to do.
What a yarn…

– George Fetherling, CNQ

It is nothing less than thrilling - if I may use a word not often associated with Canadian literature - to have two excellent works on (and by) John Glassco appearing in the same year. Is this the (or, another) beginning of a Glassco revival? Let’s hope so. Brian Busby’s remarkably complete and very readable biography of a somewhat idiosyncratic man of letters brings to the fore Glassco’s many talents, on display not only in his celebrated (and notorious) Memoirs of Montparnasse but also for his less well-known (but equally important) work in the fields of poetry, translation, and pornography. Alongside Busby’s handsomely presented volume, Carmine Starnino [John Glassco and the Other Montreal] focuses on selections of Glassco’s poetic works, which he prefaces with a brilliant and concise introductory essay. For the reader new to Glassco - and to those unfamiliar with his other work—the two books will definitely reward and delight.

– Andrew Lesk, Malahat Review