Jean Coulanges: Two Lives, One Death

I met Jean Coulanges when I arrived in Montreal in 1976. I spent the summer discovering the city. The heat wave had made me believe that winter was a hoax meant to scare newcomers. It was a stifling summer. People moved around the city as if they were heading to the beach. In July, one refuses to believe it can be so cold in winter, and in February one cannot imagine that beneath the ice the grass is waiting for the caress of the spring sun to finally poke its nose out. What’s more, summer here is jazz. And Jean Coulanges loved endless