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"A quarter-Canadian from Cleveland explores his roots--and melts your face with joy. There's an idea most Americans tend to learn as children. The idea that their country is the "best." But this never stuck with Dave Hill, even though he was born and raised in Cleveland, Ohio. His grandfather, you see, was from Canada (Clinton, Ontario, to be exact). And every Sunday at dinner he'd remind Dave and anyone else within earshot that it was in fact Canada, this magical and mysterious land just across the mighty Lake Erie, that was the "best." It was an idea that took hold. While his peers kept busy with football, basketball and baseball, hockey became the only sport for Dave. Whenever bacon was served at home, he'd be sure to mention his preference for the Canadian variety. Likewise, if a song by Triumph came on the radio, he'd be the first to ask for it to be cranked up as loud as it would go. And he was more vocal about the vast merits of the Canadian healthcare system than any nine year-old you'd ever want to meet. (That last part is a lie, but hopefully it makes the point that he was so into Canada that it was actually kind of weird.) In later years he even visited Canada a couple of times. But now, inspired by a publisher's payment of several hundred dollars (Canadian) in cash, he has travelled all over the country, reconnecting with his heritage in such places as Montreal, Moose Jaw, Regina, Winnipeg, Merrickville and of course Clinton, Ontario, meeting a range of Canadians, touching things he probably shouldn't and having adventures too numerous and rich in detail to be done justice in this blurb. The result, he promises, is "the greatest Canada-based literary thrill ride of your lifetime.""--… (más)
I know of Dave Hill through seeing him with Rhett Miller at Sketchfest where he does a bit of standup and a bit of guitar shredding, but this book is from a slightly different persona, I'm guessing similar to his radio show (which I didn't even know about). It's very funny, a little bit silly, and occasionally tedious. I had to take a break because it's a bit repetitious but when I picked it up again after a few days I eagerly finished the book, like somehow it was funnier with a bit of distance I could come back and enjoy the very consistent humor. ( )
The author, native to Cleveland, is one-quarter Canadian (spoiler alert: maybe more!) and has been fascinated by Canada since an early age. In this book, he makes a series of trips to different Canadian towns and cities and writes about his observations of Canadian customs, cuisine and anything else that catches his fancy. It is whimsical and as a Canadian, I suffer from the abnormal interest of how others see us so prevalent in this country. So I read it with great glee. Not sure if it would appeal to non-Canadians. ( )
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Canada -- will we ever truly understand it? Probably not. But one thing I can tell you for sure is that I, for one, intend to at least try. -- Dave Hill, November 24, 2017
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For my father, Robert W. Hill Sr., who isn't from Canada but took me there twice, which is awesome.
Dedicated tot he memory of my grandfather Clarence Vincent Blake, Sr., who was from Canada, and Bob Kato, who always wanted to live there.
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There's an idea most of us Americans tend to learn when we are children.
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And if that's not the most Canadian thing that has ever happened, then I don't know what is.
"A quarter-Canadian from Cleveland explores his roots--and melts your face with joy. There's an idea most Americans tend to learn as children. The idea that their country is the "best." But this never stuck with Dave Hill, even though he was born and raised in Cleveland, Ohio. His grandfather, you see, was from Canada (Clinton, Ontario, to be exact). And every Sunday at dinner he'd remind Dave and anyone else within earshot that it was in fact Canada, this magical and mysterious land just across the mighty Lake Erie, that was the "best." It was an idea that took hold. While his peers kept busy with football, basketball and baseball, hockey became the only sport for Dave. Whenever bacon was served at home, he'd be sure to mention his preference for the Canadian variety. Likewise, if a song by Triumph came on the radio, he'd be the first to ask for it to be cranked up as loud as it would go. And he was more vocal about the vast merits of the Canadian healthcare system than any nine year-old you'd ever want to meet. (That last part is a lie, but hopefully it makes the point that he was so into Canada that it was actually kind of weird.) In later years he even visited Canada a couple of times. But now, inspired by a publisher's payment of several hundred dollars (Canadian) in cash, he has travelled all over the country, reconnecting with his heritage in such places as Montreal, Moose Jaw, Regina, Winnipeg, Merrickville and of course Clinton, Ontario, meeting a range of Canadians, touching things he probably shouldn't and having adventures too numerous and rich in detail to be done justice in this blurb. The result, he promises, is "the greatest Canada-based literary thrill ride of your lifetime.""--
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