It’s a playful collection of cartoons that embraces the germ of truth at the core of every stereotype about Canucks.
It’s unapologetic. It’s patriotic. It’s funny.
The drawings will inspire laughs, too.
De Adder’s style reminds of Aislin, the editorial cartoonist who provides the foreword and lauds de Adder as “the most widely distributed political cartoonist in Canada.”
However, this is not a book with much of a political subtext. It’s all about getting readers to laugh at our own hang-ups.
Thank goodness Canadians don’t take themselves seriously.
One of the cartoons is about our unofficial national dog. “You might be from Canada if … Lassie didn’t come to the rescue,” de Adder writes under a picture of a television set from the 1970s on which the opening credits of The Littlest Hobo are playing.
Even better, the background is faux wood panelling, the same walls we all had in our basements in the Me Decade.
There are no national symbols so sacred they escape mockery. “You might be from Canada if … you find le bonhomme a little scary.” The accompanying cartoon depicts the giant snowman with the creepy, eternal smile opening his arms as if to embrace the reader.
Another pokes fun at the unofficial start of summer — Canadians think Victoria Day is “named May Two-Four because you always buy a two-four” to celebrate the long weekend.
You can say this books lack bite. That’s kind of the point.
As a people, we are known for our gentle sense of humour and self-deprecation.
May we never grow complacent and arrogant