A NEW PUBLISHING OF BELLECOUR BY RASPA EDITIONS
“John Calabro explores his youth lived in France. Bellecour is a street in Paris where Italians, Pieds-Noirs, and the French cohabit and exchange kind words, unkind words, kisses and caresses. Bellecour presents a microcosm of an archetypical environment. The context is European, and John C
A NEW PUBLISHING OF BELLECOUR BY RASPA EDITIONS
“John Calabro explores his youth lived in France. Bellecour is a street in Paris where Italians, Pieds-Noirs, and the French cohabit and exchange kind words, unkind words, kisses and caresses. Bellecour presents a microcosm of an archetypical environment. The context is European, and John Calabro approaches the narrative in an unique way. This is not nonfiction, though we would like to believe otherwise; this a not a short story, not a novella, not a short novel. When, in 2005, I first published this pristine work, I suggested we call it a récit, a particular genre not much practiced on this side of the Atlantic. John Calabro found the proper form to encompass his stratified narrative. At times poetic, other times realistic, Bellecour stands out for its refined originality. John Calabro offers a snapshot of contemporary individualism and traditional community life. This new edition of the seminal text will attract a new exigent readership.”
Antonio D’Alfonso, author, editor and publisher
“Bellecour successfully weaves together the themes of immigration and child sexuality. The erotic
episodes are real, but they’re also metaphoric of how a dominant culture seduces its ethnic
innocents, absorbs and subjugates them.”
Luciano Iacobelli, writer, artist and publisher
A heartbreaking work of sexual candour
By JIM BARTLEY
GLOBE AND MAIL
Bellecour
By John Calabro
Along-time teacher with the Toronto District School Board, John Calabro has, with this brave and heartbreaking debut, given his bosses a timely challenge.
How do you discuss issues of sexual abuse in a classroom of hormone-charged teens without com
A heartbreaking work of sexual candour
By JIM BARTLEY
GLOBE AND MAIL
Bellecour
By John Calabro
Along-time teacher with the Toronto District School Board, John Calabro has, with this brave and heartbreaking debut, given his bosses a timely challenge.
How do you discuss issues of sexual abuse in a classroom of hormone-charged teens without compromising their sexual awakening? Teachers could do worse than to use Calabro's novella to spur debate. Bellecour, the tale of a pubescent boy's ecstasies and agonies during a 1963 Paris heat wave, is a small masterwork of erotic candour and psychological acuity. Aside from its literary value, the book's message to parents and other educators is all but explicit: Innocence and the erotic coexist; making sex unspeakable only prompts the shame and guilt that leaves abuse unspoken.
We open in Toronto on a summer night. A man with bloodied wrists lurches along a decrepit stretch of Queen Street West. Near-delirious, Juliano moves in a swirl of dark visions through the shadowed, trash-strewn streetscape. Turning onto a side street, he watches stupefied as it morphs into Rue Bellecour, the dingy Paris street of his boyhood. Wary but curious, he drifts along the street as in a dream, noting that all is the same yet diminished, sadder, grimier.
Still, some good memories are stirred. He used to hang around watching workers at a garage, men who swore genially and installed tires under the smiling gaze of the Michelin Man -- not the trim figure seen "in Toronto today, but the old, fat one, made chubby by oversized tires for a stomach you would find in Paris of 1963."
Unlatching an iron gate, he enters the courtyard of his childhood apartment block, and with him we fully enter the past. Juliano and his best friend, Abdullah, are victimized by bullies: "Italians are no better than Algerians in this neighbourhood." The two share a bond, broken one terrible day when Juliano betrays his friend in a cowardly act of self-preservation. Abdullah is killed in a traffic accident -- a chance occurrence at the tail end of events set in motion by Juliano. Scarcely deserving it, he's invaded by crushing guilt, and he must bear it alone.
Unreasoning guilt -- stealthy, relentless, tainting human connection -- is Calabro's aching leitmotif, woven impeccably through the fabric of this compact narrative. Certain that he's bad, little Juliano heaps the failings of others -- their neglect and misuse of him -- onto his own staggered conscience. When an older girl in the neighbourhood takes mild sexual liberties with him, he's sure that her withdrawal to older friends is only more proof of his own vileness.
The narrative's pivotal scene presents a complex seduction, at once tender, comic and deliciously carnal -- and an ethical minefield. Then Calabro rapidly guides us to a wrenching climax. Bellecour is a fascinating and deeply considered meditation on the perils and raptures of sex, and the evil done by wrapping it in denial and propriety. The prose can sometimes be a shade too florid -- a quibble. Read the book, recall your own sexual lapses, blunders and perhaps terrors, and consider sharing Calabro's wisdom with your kids.
Jim Bartley is The Globe and Mail's first-fiction reviewer.
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