The Man Who Loved Jane Austen - Softcover

Ray Smith was born in Mabou, Nova Scotia, a beautiful village on the west coast of Cape Breton. Mabou is famous for its fiddlers, step dancers, and singers, especially the Rankin Family. Ray lived in several Nova Scotia towns, but most of his boyhood was spent in Halifax, where he attended Dalhousie University. He left for Toronto as a young man, and eventually moved to Montreal, where he has lived ever since. He taught English literature at Dawson College for many years.

His first book, a collection of experimental short stories entitled Cape Breton is the Thought Control Centre of Canada (1969), was one of the very first works of fiction to be published by the House of Anansi. Widely acknowledged as a milestone of early Canadian postmodernism, this collection was reissued by the Porcupine's Quill in the late eighties. His other works include the novels Lord Nelson Tavern, Century, A Night at the Opera (which won the QSPELL Hugh MacLennan Prize for Fiction), and, most recently, The Man Who Loved Jane Austen and The Man Who Hated Emily Bronte.

`What makes The Man Who Loved Jane Austen Smith's best work is the success with which he subordinates his formal preoccupations to his characters and to his story which, in its propulsive inevitability, is no less heartwrenching and, ultimately, devastating.'

`The Man Who Loved Jane Austen is a slow, inexorable slide into pain and loss. What makes following this decline worthwhile is Smith's exacting prose. He captures Montreal in all its beauty and turmoil, he captures academic life and family life.'

`This is a novel worth reading for the human story at its core. Frank might be an infuriatingly flawed Everyman, but his attempt to keep his precarious world together rings true.'

`From the top-heavy bureaucracy of Quebec's floundering education system to anglo angst and the slow but certain death of Montreal, Smith reaps a sort of harsh literary revenge on all he sees wrong with contemporary life in this city.'

`Watching the social forces around Frank buffet him into what to most would be an unthinkable position is watching a great tragedy unfold. All along, the reader in her ironic position can see the injustices and the scams, and rage against them, against Frank's passivity now played out to a ridiculous extreme. Can it really be that Frank is a metaphor for the anglo in Quebec? Surely we are not so passive, so infantile, so other? Even if the villains are caricatures, even if the events seem too convenient at times, there is enough in The Man Who Loved Jane Austen to shock us into uneasy recognition of the anglos' complicity in their own oppression.'

`Throughout the novel sombre subject matter is skillfully offset by dry humour, creating a sense of balance. It is from this place of equilibrium that Smith moves us with a well-told story of a man's personal struggles, while engaging us with astute social commentary on anglophones who call Montreal home but who stay ``with the gas tank full''.'

`... Smith has written some of the most truly original books ever published in this country. It's hard to think of another writer we have who has pushed the form of the novel as far, and few whose best work so demands our attention.'