Book Review: The Debaucher

Jason Camlot pulls no punches with his third collection The Debaucher. His elegiac series to Rob Allen boasts a clear eye worthy of his subject. Camlot’s grasp of the mechanics of mourning and departure crescendo when in the Adios Sonnets he treats the death of a family pet, allowing the reader to weep for that unconditional love in a way that often we cannot for our poet colleagues, with their exits complicated by our anger at their always too early leave-taking. “You were/ Cory’s not mine, and I think she felt you held/ a best part of herself… You lis-of Allen’s, the Peacock Angel in a courageous and humble outing of the private act of comparison. Intimate and brave and not at all debauched, this collection moves with the subtlety and seriousness a debaucher lacks without missing. (Angela Hibbs)

by Jason Camlot 112 pgs, $11.95 Insomniac Press 136 pgs,, $21.50, 192 Spadina Avenue, Suite 403, Toronto, ON, M5T 2C2


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