

Glassco wrote this memoir as truth, although it’s not completely factual.


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). 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. In 1928, a young Canadian named John Glassco set out for Paris with his best friend.
