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Memoirs of Montparnasse (New York Review Books Classics) (original: 1970; edição: 2007)

de John Glassco, Louis Begley (Introdução)

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Memoirs of Montparnasse is a delicious book about being young, restless, reckless, and without cares. It is also the best and liveliest of the many chronicles of 1920s Paris and the exploits of the lost generation. In 1928, nineteen-year-old John Glassco escaped Montreal and his overbearing father for the wilder shores of Montparnasse. He remained there until his money ran out and his health collapsed, and he enjoyed every minute of his stay. Remarkable for their candor and humor, Glassco’s memoirs have the daft logic of a wild but utterly absorbing adventure, a tale of desire set free that is only faintly shadowed by sadness at the inevitable passage of time.… (mais)
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Título:Memoirs of Montparnasse (New York Review Books Classics)
Autores:John Glassco
Outros autores:Louis Begley (Introdução)
Informação:NYRB Classics (2007), Paperback, 296 pages
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Memoirs of Montparnasse de John Glassco (1970)

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    JoLynnsbooks: Authors Kay Boyle and Robert McAlmon add their own reminiscences of the Lost Generation in Paris.
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Highlights the importance of mediocre work: like a single course in a regimented meal plan which is hearty but barely merits mention — think boiled meats and potatoes. The gloss and glam of these nomadic fin-de-siècle reprobates has become fairly dim and developed a moderate patina over the years, but you might as well pick it up as a palette cleanser between more elaborate headache-inducing tomes (here’s looking at you, Ulysses ( )
  theoaustin | May 19, 2023 |
In 1928, a young Canadian named John Glassco set out for Paris with his best friend. The two set out to explore all that the city had to offer: the cafes, bars, and brasseries that the Americans of the Lost Generation would have been familiar with as well. Glassco set out to have a literary career and along the way rubbed shoulders with some of the greats (at one point in this memoir a man walks into a bar and someone calls him “Ernie;” it took me a while to realize that yes, it was that Ernie).

Glassco wrote this memoir as truth, although it’s not completely factual. For example, Kay Boyle and Djuna Barnes, both important figures of the literary expatriates of Paris at the time, receive new names; and there is a certain sense of scintillism to Glassco’s account—probably because the author was so young. Glassco manages to drop names like bricks (at one point in this memoir a man walks into a bar and someone calls him “Ernie;” it took me a while to realize that yes, it was that Ernie).and brag shamelessly (especially about insulting Gertrude Stein to her face and getting kicked out of one of her parties, but I thought that was actually quite funny. His description of her: "a rhomboidal woman dressed in a floor-length gown apparently made of some kind of burlap, she gave the impression of absolute irrefragability… it was impossible to conceive of her lying down”).

Again, though, the tone of the book was probably a result of being so young at the time the memoir took place and was written (18-22). Glassco ran out of money along the way and certainly ruined his health, but he enjoyed every moment of his stay—despite, among other things, being treated for VD and repeated letter to Come Home from his father, who wanted him to be a lawyer. He describes his lifestyle with ease: encounters with prostitutes, affairs with famous writers, work as a pornographer’s model, and homosexual encounters are all detailed. Throughout the book, Glassco is carefree and hedonistic; unconcerned with responsibility; he flits through the landscape of literary 1920s Paris without a care. His story is entertaining, but not wholly believable. ( )
  Kasthu | Sep 9, 2012 |
מתאר את אותה תקופה שמתאר ספרו של המניגווי חגיגה ניידת. ( (שדרך אגב מתואר כאן בצורה מאוד לא סימפטית) אבל מנקודת מבטו של דג רקק - נער בן שמונה עשרה מקנדה עם הרבה קסם ושאיפות ספרותיות שמגיע לפריז. אפיזודי אבל מלא חן נעורים ואהבה אמיתי לכל מה שפריז וצרפות יכולות להציע. נוסטלגיה במיטבה. ( )
  amoskovacs | Dec 8, 2011 |
A great memoir of a misspent youth, and of Paris in that wonderful time between the wars, when the city was the world capital of art and sex and adventure. The author fled from Canada to Montmartre in the late 20s and lived a hand-to-mouth existence, subsisting on bouillon and gin in various lonely tabacs and struggling to write poetry, while he mixes with a crowd of other artists and expatriates including just about everyone that matters.

It's not pulled along by a driving plot or anything, but if you have any interest in the era or the setting, there will be plenty for you here to enjoy. What makes it particularly valuable is its remarkable honesty – the descriptions of Paris brothels in the 20s are fascinating, and there is the added bonus that he not only visited them as a client, but also, later, worked in one as a gigolo to make ends meet.

During the following month I discovered several curious things about woman as sexual predator. Unlike man, she does not seek sex on a sudden impulse, at any time of the night or day; on the contrary she makes an appointment for it as she would with her manicurist or hairdresser. Moreover, she is much more coldblooded and condescending than man. I never met a woman at Madame Godenot's who showed me the least tenderness or humour in the course of our relations: without exception they were entirely selfish in their love-making.

This could have been rather tawdry, but actually he just treats everything in a cheerfully open way, seeing in almost everything that befalls him a chance to gain life experience at the very least. Basically this is a book infused with that feeling of being young and having the latitude to experiment and make mistakes with your whole life ahead of you.

Of course, a lot of the pleasure is in the chance to eavesdrop on a lot of famous or otherwise interesting people. James Joyce said what? Hemingway did what? And the author seems to have known the lot of them. If you think you throw a mean party, have a look at what happens when John Glassco invites some friends round:

After midnight the crowd increased steadily; no one left and the apartment was soon jammed. I remember the cherubic jowls of Picabia, the swollen forehead of Allan Tate, the prognathous jaw of Cummings, Nancy Cunard's elegant painted mask, the calm monastic skull of Marcel Duchamp. In a corner Cyril Connolly was quietly entertaining a small group with a parodic imitation of a German describing the charms of the Parisian prostitute. ‘Kokott...’ he was murmuring, making expressive movements with his hands, ‘unbeschreiblich pikant – exotisch...’ By the mantelpiece Foujita, with his sad monkey-face, was holding court with his usual entourage of beautiful women. Soaring effortlessly above the noise was the husky parrotlike scream of Kiki, now very fat but as beautiful as ever; she was displaying her thighs and bragging, as usual, that she was the only woman in Paris who had never had any pubic hair. In the kitchen, where I went to open the bottles, Ford Madox Ford was towering like an elephant, talking almost inaudibly about Thomas Hardy.

Now that's what I call a house party. I live in Montparnasse myself, and God knows it's not much like that nowadays – although it's nice to see that all his old drinking-spots like the Dôme and the Sélect are still here. Next time I'm in one I'll be raising a glass to what went on here back when Paris was still the centre of it all. If you want to find out, this book is a great place to start. ( )
  Widsith | Oct 23, 2010 |
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Memoirs of Montparnasse is a delicious book about being young, restless, reckless, and without cares. It is also the best and liveliest of the many chronicles of 1920s Paris and the exploits of the lost generation. In 1928, nineteen-year-old John Glassco escaped Montreal and his overbearing father for the wilder shores of Montparnasse. He remained there until his money ran out and his health collapsed, and he enjoyed every minute of his stay. Remarkable for their candor and humor, Glassco’s memoirs have the daft logic of a wild but utterly absorbing adventure, a tale of desire set free that is only faintly shadowed by sadness at the inevitable passage of time.

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