The most exciting Canadian book I’ve read all year is Brian Brett’s memoir and new poems, Uproar’s Your Only Music (a phrase from Keats), just published. These 160 pages – which begin “My grandmother was a flower girl in Piccadilly – are distilled from 50 years of an extraordinary, hard and brilliant life. Brett, a novelist (Coyote) and critic as well as a poet, tells of the rare genetic syndrome that delayed puberty until his twenties, when he received …