04 July 2023

The CNQ Dusty Bookcase (2010 - 2023)


The most recent issue of Canadian Notes & Queries landed late last week. Since then, Canadians have been sending notes and queries regarding the future of the Dusty Bookcase.

It will continue, but not on paper.

It was in 2010, when I was focussed on completing my biography of John Glassco, that editor Alex Good invited me to contribute the Dusty Bookcase as a regular column. Naturally, I chose Glassco's grand hoax The Temple of Pederasty as my subject. My review, of sorts, appeared in CNQ 80.

The next thirteen years saw twenty-five more: 

The Miracle Man - Frank L. Packard (CNQ 81)
The Errand Runner - Leah Rosenberg (CNQ 82)
Love is a Long Shot - Alice K. Doherty [Ted Allan] (CNQ 83)
The Abolishing of Death - Basil King (CNQ 84)
John Glassco: A Personal and Working Library (CNQ 86)
Tan Ming - Lan Stormont [Morse Robb] (CNQ 87)
The Bumper Book and Carry on Bumping - John Metcalf (CNQ 88)
St. Cuthbert's of the West - Robert E. Knowles (CNQ 90)
The Land of Afternoon - Gilbert Knox [Madge Macbeth] (CNQ 92)
The Wine of Life - Arthur Stringer (CNQ 93)
There Are Victories - Charles Yale Harrison (CNQ 94)
Don't You Know Anybody Else? - Ted Allan (CNQ 97)
The Treehouse - Helen Duncan (CNQ 98)
Lust Planet - Olin Ross [W.E.D. Ross] (CNQ 101)
The Shapes That Creep - Marjorie Bonner (CNQ 102)
A Lover More Condoling - Adrian Clarkson (CNQ 103)
The Arch-Satirist - Frances de Wolfe Fenwick (CNQ 104)
Christie Redfern's Troubles - [Margaret Murray Robertson] (CNQ 105)
Hotter Than Hell - Mark Tushingham (CNQ 106)
The Master of the Microbe - Robert W. Service (CNQ 107)
The Terror of the Tar Sands - Edmund C. Cosgrove (CNQ 108)
An African Millionaire - Grant Allan (CNQ 109)
East of Temple Bar - Joan Suter [Joan Walker] (CNQ 111)
Behold the Hour - Jeann Beattie (CNQ 112)

Added to these were reviews written for the CNQ website. They're online still:

Not every Dusty Bookcase took the form of a review. There were columns devoted to correspondence between of Norman Levine and Jack McClelland (CNQ 85), Montreal's post-war pulp novels (CNQ 89), the career of Ronald J. Cooke (CNQ 91), Pierre Berton and Charles Templeton's Tour de Force board game (CNQ 95), an interview with Formac Fiction Treasures series editor Gwendolyn Davies (CNQ 96), Brian Moore's Intent to Kill on film (CNQ 99), my hunt for Kenneth Ovis (CNQ 100), and the career of Garnet Weston (CNQ 110).

A selection of books featured over the years.
Cliquez pour agrandir.

The early columns benefited from Alex's red pen, the latter were made whole under his successor Emily Donaldson. I had such fun working with Emily, which made last issue's column, a review of Jeann Beattie's entirely forgotten novel Behold the Hour, something of a challenge. We all knew CNQ 112 was to be her last as editor, despite our pleading.

Behold, the hour cometh, yea, is now come, that ye shall be scattered...

Well, not really. 

I will continue in the role of Contributing Editor, which means that I'll still be contributing, but not as a columnist. Emily joins me at the large oak editorial boardroom table as a fellow Contributing Editor. Alex is by her side. 

My thanks to Alex for inviting me into the room, to Emily for not showing me the door, and to publisher Dan Wells who has gone so far as to host me at his home. Drinks were served. CNQ continues because of their dedication to a book and literary culture that is more than ever preyed upon by foreign vultures. 

As everyone surely knows, vultures have bad breath.

The latest issue of CNQ can be purchased through this link.

27 June 2023

Canada's First Telefome Pome?


These past few weeks have been remarkably busy, which explains how it is that I've read and reviewed just one old, forgotten book this month. Sadly, that volume is John Wesley White's The Man From Krypton.

Heaven help me.

And yet somehow, despite it all, I found time yesterday to thumb through Sacred Songs, Sonnets and Miscellaneous Poems, an 1886 collection by John Imrie (1836-1903).

I wonder what the poet, a staunch Presbyterian, might've made of White's interpretation and misrepresentation of the Holy Bible and Superman: The Movie. I expect he would have been mystified. Imrie died in Toronto three years before the first motion picture was screened in that city, thirty-eight years before Action Comics #1, and long before televangelists took to the air.

John Imrie was obviously of a very different time, as reflected in his Sacred Songs, etc. Amongst the 210 pages – referencing orphan boys, newspaper boys, Sunday school teachers, and the Knights of Labour – is this unusual and unexpected verse. It's not brilliant, but it is delightful. To think that when 'A Kiss Through the Telephone' was published, Bell's invention had been available commercially just six years.

Enjoy!

A Bonus (for the musically inclined):

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24 June 2023

'Juin' par William Chapman



Verse for the day and month by son of Saint-François-de-Beauce William Chapman from Les fleurs de givre (Paris: Éditions de la Revue des poètes, 1912).

JUIN
Très tard le soleil sombre à l’horizon fumant,
Qui garde dans la nuit ses luisantes traînées.
Le fécond Prairial sous un clair firmament
Prodigue la splendeur des plus longues journées.

Une flamme de vie emplit l’immensité.
Le bleu de l’eau miroite... Adieu la nostalgie!
L’Été s’épanouit dans toute sa beauté,
Dans toute sa verdeur et toute sa magie.

Des vagues de lumière inondent les halliers;
Les oiseaux de leurs chants enivrent les bocages,
Et, gais et turbulents comme eux, les écoliers
— Les vacances ont lui — s’évadent de leurs cages.

Sur les arbres, les fleurs, les ondes, les sillons,
Partout nous entendons vibrer l’âme des choses...
Nous voyons par milliers éclore papillons,
Anémones et lis, trèfles, muguets et roses.

Et l’écureuil criard et le bouvreuil siffleur
De nos vastes forêts font tressaillir les dômes...
Les pruniers, les sureaux, les pommiers, sont en fleur,
Et nul mois canadien ne verse autant d’aromes.

Des souffles caressants frangent nos grandes eaux.
Un invisible encens flotte sur chaque grève;
Et, tels les pins, les foins, les mousses, les roseaux,
Nous sentons en nous plus de chaleur, plus de sève.

Nous aimons mieux nos bois, nos champs; nous aimons mieux
Nos pères, dont le culte à nos foyers persiste...
Et dans l’air embaumé vibre l’écho joyeux
Des chants et des vivats de la Saint-Jean-Baptiste.

Bonne fête!