“I couldn’t put down this vivid and sincerely rendered story of the tragic love between a beautiful, idealistic young woman and a brilliant aging poet. Relying on her old journals from the Seventies, and letters and poems by Irving Layton, Harriet Bernstein has broken her silence of thirty-seven years to tell us what it was like loving a creative maelstrom who once dominated our literature. Readers and scholars alike will relish Bernstein’s memoir.”
–Susan Swan

“Bernstein writes compellingly this page-turner of a memoir, conjuring up her flower-power, ban-the-bomb, and burn-the-bra young womanhood in Toronto and Boston, but also those idyllic Greek islands where Leonard Cohen would drop by, all wry and ironic and sipping retsina. Not only is Bernstein a vital witness to that most vital poet, Layton, his gusto and genius, she is also the chronicler of that era–the 1970s–when women were becoming feminists and English-Canadians were beginning to believethat they could truly be Nobel-global poets and filmmakers of Oscar-awardconsequence. For me, she herself becomes a kind of reverse-Elizabeth Smart, that Canuck woman writer who gave seemingly all of herself to the British poet George Barker. No, Harriet Bernstein always maintained a coreindependence from Layton, despite loving him indelibly, and this remainsher own radiant, intellectual beauty, everywhere enlightening this sometimes tearful, and always wistful saga.”
— George Elliott Clarke, 7th Parliamentary Poet Laureate (2016 & 17)

“Time does not heal all wounds. It can’t. It shouldn’t. Especially the wounds of true love. Time does, however, allow for reflection, for reckoning, for recounting and retelling. Harriet Bernstein’s memoir Irving Layton: Our Years Together is a story about true love. It is unbelievable. It is maddening. It is passionate. It is sexual. It is sensual. It is torturous. It is extraordinary.”
— Vanessa Shields, author of I Am That Woman and Look at Her