Just One Letter

Romance author Susan Andersen spotted a typo in the e-book version of her novel Baby, I’m Yours. See if you can spot the problem: “He stiffened for a moment but then she felt his muscles loosen as he shitted on the ground.”

Oops.

That’s a pretty good Romance typo, though it doesn’t go quite far enough to surpass Christina Dodd’s three-armed cover model.

(Thanks to bookshelves of doom for the Susan Andersen link.)

Ultrasonic Alarm Call Episode 09: The Truth Is A Lie

This week, on prairie dog‘s most podcasty audio entertainment, we take a tour of Harbour Landing and wonder, what does this town have against pedestrians?

Also, we look at Shane and ask, why is he looking so haggard? Does it have anything to do with DC Comic’s reboot?

Then, another installment of Shit We Haven’t Seen. Did you know sci-fi superstar Orson Scott Card rewrote Hamlet for a modern audience? Did you know Hamlet is all about the evil gay agenda? Well, that’s what Card says. Aidan responds.

Also, we announce the winners of last episode’s big contest and get another update on Capital Pointe.

Ultrasonic Alarm Call Episode 09 — The Truth Is A Lie: At the table, Aidan Morgan (host), Shane Hnetka and me. Music by the Lazy MKs. Runtime: 30 min fusty ruminations, 7 min 31 sec frantic tirades.

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More Magic On Its Way From Lev Grossman

The other night, some friends and I wound up watching The Sorcerer’s Apprentice, a flick from last year starring Nicolas Cage as a sorcerer and Jay Baruchel as his nebbish apprentice. All in all, it’s a decent movie, especially given that the seed of the idea seems to have been Cage wearing a long leather coat and doing magic.

Mostly, though, as I watched Baruchel give some of the best line readings out there, I couldn’t help but think that the movie was just a poor surrogate for what I really wanted to be consuming at that moment: Lev Grossman’s The Magician King.

The novel is a sequel to Grossman’s 2009 book The Magicians. The story is a familiar one: a seventeen year old is pulled out the world we know to study at a school of magic.

I really don’t need to list all the outside works that find their way into Grossman’s book, since he did so himself, talking about references and influences from Young Frankenstein to Dungeons and Dragons.

The world that looms largest, though, is that of Narnia. C.S. Lewis’ legendary fantasy series is clearly at the core of The Magicians.

But, as Cassandra Neace and Grossman himself talk about over at the Millions, Grossman isn’t just rewriting those books. He’s bringing them closer to the real world, imbuing protagonist Quentin and the rest of his characters with motivations that one could relate to like real people.

That no doubt comes from Grossman’s ideas towards the genres of modernism and fantasy, both of which are incorporated into his work. One book in particular that influenced him was British writer Evelyn Waugh’s classic novel, Brideshead Revisited. As he told the A.V. Club:

It’s another one of these books that looks at modernity, and what we have lost by becoming modern with this immensely profound sadness. It’s about this guy, and World War II, the death of the English country-house lifestyle and the English countryside, on which so much fantasy is based. The passing away of that, and what do you find to replace it with?

I feel that’s one of the central questions of fantasy. What did we lose when we entered the 20th and 21st century, and how can we mourn what we lost, and what can we replace it with? We’re still asking those questions in an urgent way. I think that focus is something I share with Waugh. Also, Waugh is pretty funny. So I’m always trying to bite his style, because he’s just so entertaining.

I don’t know about all of you, but that adds up to a fun and exciting read for me. which is why I’m straight up delighted that the book store I work at got some copies of The Magician King in yesterday and I can’t get the real stuff instead of turning to Nick Cage for a fix.

You might do well to get into some Lev Grossman before the summer’s over, too.

Ultrasonic Alarm Call Episode 06: The March Of Time

This week, a series of city hall updates including some reassuring news about the city square plaza and a look at the waste plan flier the city is distributing around the city. Also, prairie dog is planning to rock the Official Community Plan consultation now that we’ve received our citizen circle package. And you can be involved too. Find out what that’s all about.

And, Shane reviews the new James Bond novel by Jeffrey Deaver, Carte Blanche. Does he love it or does he think it’s a pile of crap like nine tenths of the movies he reviews in the p-dog listings? Listen in to find out.

Plus, Aiden has a review of Some Shit He Hasn’t Seen.

Ultrasonic Alarm Call Episode 06 – The March Of Time: At the table, Aidan Morgan (host), Shane Hnetka and me. Music by the Lazy MKs. Runtime: 33 min 30 sec.

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Why Me And The Fam Aren’t Adding Our Muggle Gold To Rowling’s Hoard

One of the frustrations I have with raising a girl is finding appropriate books to read to her. Something well written. Something interesting enough so I’ll be willing to read it through (many times, more than likely).

Oh, and something that has a female main character.

That last one is harder than you’d think. And, adding to my frustration, whenever I start ranting about this with other parents or librarians, one reading suggestion inevitably comes up: Harry Fucking Potter.

“That’s not about a girl,” I say. “It’s about a boy. Named Harry Potter. His name is right there in the title.”

“But there’s Hermione. She’s a strong female character,” they reply.

“But she’s not the bloody protagonist, is she?”

“Yes, but Hermione is very clever and has a handbag that’s infinitely large on the inside.”

Wait. Let me get this straight. While all the boys are storming about with their magical phalluses what shoot bolts of energy and explode things, precious Hermione carries a vulva on a string from which she pulls useful household items?

This is precisely the kind of thing I don’t want my daughter exposed to.

Now, as I mentioned in episode two of the Ultrasonic Alarm Call (prairie dog’s podcast… you did know we have a podcast now, right?), I’ve never seen the Harry Potter movies nor read the Harry Potter books. So maybe Hermione is wicked awesome. Doesn’t change the fact that she doesn’t get her name in the title and the only time she appears on one of the book covers is on the last one.

Well, Joy Engel, of the blog Your Daily Dose Of Joy, has read the Potter books and she argues that Hermione kicks all sorts of ass — so much so that the books really should be about her. It’s a very good read. For instance:

…when Snape assigns homework, Harry is all, “Wah-Wah, there is sport tomorrow, fulfilling my responsibility will be so hard.” MEANWHILE Hermione is MOVING FUCKING TIME so she can take more classes. Because girl knows SOMETHING is happening and she needs to STUDY THE EFF UP.

When the time comes around to fight, the boys are like, “oh wow, look at this thing that happened! Isn’t that crazy?” Meanwhile Hermione is like, “idiots, I figured that out like 5 books ago. CAN YOU PLEASE FOCUS.”

Who actually forms Dumbledore’s army? Hermione. Who has the perseverance and planning to help them survive for the 1908830 thousand pages when they were just sitting in a tent in the cold? Hermione. Supes glad you mastered the patronus charm, Harry, but without Hermione, you wouldn’t even have your wand.

‘kay. Now I’m slightly more interested in reading these. But only just slightly.

And for the record, yes, I have found many books that have female protagonists. Some of them are even decently well written. (Many aren’t. Like those goddamn Our Canadian Girl books. Holy fuck.) But if anyone has any worthwhile suggestions, I’d love to hear them.

Bang the Drum!: Life Itself

Bang the DrumI wish I had discovered Paco Ignacio Taibo II when I was a teenager. Back then, I often read books with a notebook handy, writing down references to look up later. This was before the time of household Internet, so looking this stuff up mean, y’know, actually putting in some leg work. Luckily, back then, I was still spending a lot of time in High School (though not as much time as I was supposed to be spending), and didn’t even have to cross a street to get to a decent library. Jack Kerouac’s On the Road, borrowed and lost from the Evan Hardy Collegiate Library, filled a lot of pages. Some of my notes led me to great things, like Dostoevsky, Modigliani and Sonny Rollins. Some were dead ends (to me at 14, in any case), like Schopenhauer and Dexter Gordon. Kerouac’s other books would later steer me toward Buddhism, Lew Welch and Thunderbird wine.

mp3: “Zeno” by Darcy James Argue’s Secret Society

Taibo’s novels have inspired a similar frenzy. His recurring independent investigator (“private sounds like somebody wants to sell Mexican oil,” Taibo says) Hector Belascoarán Shayne is a heavy reader and a music fan. Belascoarán puts on Gerry Mulligan records when he broods over a case. He seeks sleuthing advice in the pages of Ross MacDonald and Georges Simenon novels. In The Uncomfortable Dead, Belascoarán bases his interviewing techniques on Alec Guinness’s performance in the 1979 BBC adaptation of John LeCarre’s Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy. In the non-Belascoarán novel, Leonardo’s Bicycle, Taibo’s stand in, Mexican detective novelist José Daniel Fierro so obsesses over the ephemeral minutiae of the career of Carlos Santana that the Wizard of Autlán must surely count as as much of a Taibo character as that other Carlos, the anarchist upholsterer who shares an office with Belascoarán.

mp3: “Nostalgia” by Ocelote Rojo (via Bad Panda)

I don’t want it in all my art, and it certainly shouldn’t be a primary function of art, but I do love it when a song or a movie or a novel sends me off in search of something else. The reader becomes the detective, following clues, putting them all together to draw a new map of the central mystery, which is life itself.
I already liked Roadside Graves for their 2010 EP You Won’t Be Happy With Me, but when I read what singer John Gleason wrote about the band’s new album We Can Take Care of Ourselves, I really liked them:

My wife and I are both teachers, but we rarely talk about teaching beyond a good day versus a bad day. After a few years together and a few hundred dinners I realized the one exception was when she taught SE Hinton’s The Outsiders. During her Outsider unit our dinners were always punctuated with tales of students who hated reading suddenly being transformed and bright eyed at the prospect of reading a novel that related authentically to them without being dull.
We were careful to not retell the plot in song as bad Broadway; rather we focused on making more nuanced allusions to characters, themes, feelings, and settings. We tried to emphasize the sensitive, frightened sides of the characters, instead of showcasing their thick skin and greaser toughness. Musically and sonically, we avoided a retro sound and kept it thick and modern, with only occasional glimpses of melodies and tones that might have pumped out of their radios at night.

mp3: “Love Me More” by Roadside Graves

Emmet Matheson stays golden, intermittently, at A Bulldozer With a Wrecking Ball Attached. You can e-mail him at: bulldozerDOTwreckingballATgmailDOTcom

Four (Book Things) In The Afternoon

I’m cheating in two ways here: 1) Aidan has already done a four in the afternoon! Silly Sunny B; and 2) my item number one is something I’ve already posted, because no book news is going to beat the death of Robert Kroetsch today. But anyways – onwards!

2 WHY BOOK BURNINGS? Really, folks, why? I know there’s some imagery about cleansing flame and all that, but whenever it comes up, which has been too often in the past while, I just think about Nazis. (Specifically, I think about the Nazis trying to burn Henry Jones’ Grail diary in The Last Crusade, but that’s beside the point.) So, how does this book-burner in question expect anyone to react when they say they’re going to destroy copies of Lawrence Hill’s The Book of Negroes because it has the word “Negroes” in the title? It’ll get people talking – I’m doing it right now – but you just know that you’re in for a literary smackdown when the author catches wind.

3 IN OTHER POSSIBLE CENSORSHIP NEWS A story about a Muslim superhero was hastily excluded by DC from a recent Superman comic. Chris Sims of ComicsAlliance goes through the somewhat-complicated story.

4 MORE POTTER Fans don’t get an official announcement from Harry Potter author J.K. Rowling about Pottermore.com, a website that’s currently a couple of owls and her signature, until tomorrow. That hasn’t stopped rumours and a leaked memo from spreading around about what the site might be.

Robert Kroetsch Dies At 84

I just found out via Twitter that Canadian author Robert Kroetsch has died in a car accident. The Edmonton Journal has all the details.

I don’t have a long history of reading Kroetsch; in fact, before this past Winter semester, I wasn’t familiar with him at all. I took Christian Riegel’s Long Poetry class from Campion without a whole lot of knowledge in the subject matter.

Of the authors studied in the course, Kroetsch was an immediately compelling one. Completed Field Notes, the Kroetsch text we were studying, was a great mix of inventive structures, fine observations, and personal recollections that were intellectually interesting and emotionally resonant.

Riegel noted a few times that considering Completed Field Notes a long poem was complicated. Many of the works contained within had been published previously, whether as standalone works or in magazines or what have you. But – and here is where I’m majorly paraphrasing and hopefully won’t completely misrepresent Riegel on the matter – if we consider the part of the poet’s task as that of continuous autobiography, then this book, almost like the life of Kroetsch, could be read as a single long poem.

Something else Riegel pointed out was that the word “completed” in the title was a little ironic, since Kroetsch never finished adding to his Field Notes.

From everything I’ve heard, he was a man who was well loved, well respected, and who never stopped living. His Completed Field Notes may now be wrapped up, but his legacy in Canadian literature certainly isn’t.

Happy Birthday To The New York Public Library!

The New York Public Library celebrated 100 years today! This past weekend was a flurry of activity at the Stephen A. Schwarzman Building at Fifth Avenue and 42nd Street, which opened on May 23, 1911. There were readings and panel discussions (Adam Gopnik even moderated a couple of them!), and a tour of the stacks! There are 75 miles of them! And three  million books! Dear readers, I can tell you that, on the weekend upon which the world was supposed to end, there was no finer place to be.

The whole event was pretty inspiring. And moving. In spite of the fact this is happening at a time when more and more libraries across the U.S. are being radically cut back or axed altogether, or worse.

In honor of the occasion, the NYPL and Penguin books have published a commemorative paperback entitled with the library’s new slogan ‘Know The Past, Find The Future’ (isn’t that the best slogan for a library you’ve ever heard?). It features many cool and interesting people (check out the link and see) who reflect on their favourite items in the library’s collection, and they’ve been distributing free copies to patrons throughout the NYPL’s branches. Now that’s civilized.

Always Listen To Your Mother

Minnesota State Representative Matt Dean tempted the wrath of aging goths the world over earlier this week. Speaking on a bill that would reduce access to arts funding in the North Star State, Dean called sci fi/fantasy author Neil Gaiman, creator of the essential goth comic The Sandman, “a pencil-necked weasel.”
Gaiman was paid a hefty, but not unheard of, sum ($45K according to Dean, $33K according to Gaiman) for an appearance at a Minnesota library. It’s one of the ways writers earn a living.
On his blog, Gaiman wrote:

I like “pencil-necked weasel”. It has “pencil” in it. Pencils are good things. You can draw or write things with pencils. I think it’s what you call someone when you’re worried that using a long word like “intellectual” may have too many syllables. It’s not something that people who have serious, important things to say call other people.

The story went from ridiculous to sublime yesterday when Dean apologized for the name-calling on Minnesota Public Radio (also targeted in his anti-arts crusade) at his mother’s advice. “She was very angry this morning and always taught me not to be a name caller. And I shouldn’t have done it, and I apologize.”
Moms are the best.

Is A Huck Finn Fan A Jerk?

Alison Bechdel, the cartoonist behind the brilliant memoir Fun Home and the seminal strip Dykes to Watch Out For, had a character lay out a set of three rules for determining whether any given work had a gender bias: 1) it had to have at least two female characters; 2) they had to talk to each other; and 3) they had to talk to each other about something other than one of the male characters.

This raises a question for blogger Frank Kovarik: might he be a raging jerk for loving works that fail these criteria?

He puts it more eloquently than that but you see the heart of the argument. As a responsible reader, how should one react to works that fail that test? As he puts it:

I was struck by the simplicity of this test and by its patent validity as a measure of gender bias. As I thought about it some more, it occurred to me how few of the classic works of literature that I teach to my high school freshmen would pass this test: The Odyssey? Nope. The Narrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass? Nope. Adventures of Huckleberry Finn. Nope. Romeo and Juliet. Nope.

What’s wrong with me?

Not to spoil anything too greatly, but Kovarik is able to reconcile the great works with Bechdel’s test. It’s a fantastic take on the problem, and an essential read in my books. Go at it.

Grant Lawrence’s Adventures Keep Going

It was recently announced that Grant Lawrence, CBC Radio 3 host and former Smugglers frontman, has won a B.C. Book Prize. His memoir, Adventures in Solitude, won the Bill Duthie Book of the Year award, a prize chosen by booksellers across the province.

The book is about Lawrence’s time in Desolation Sound, a remote area where his family has a cabin. Lawrence tells often hilarious stories about how he went from resenting the place as a child to finding great meaning there later on in life.

I talked with Lawrence before his Regina book launch, when he had this to say about the area:

The thing about there is that it’s so incredibly quiet: there’s no roads, so there’s no traffic sounds. Just birds. When someone’s out on the water fishing, you can hear them at the cabin. They can be two kilometres away and we can hear their conversation because of the sound travelling across the water with no interference whatsoever. I think the people who get it are the people who settle in, they go with the rhythm of nature, and they go with the flow. They don’t try to fight it. Anytime they try to fight Desolation Sound, they get chewed up, spat out, sometimes even killed.

Read the rest of my interview here. And now, just for the hell of it, here’s the New Pornographers track the book is named after.

Bang the Drum!: stubborn pedestrianism

Bang the DrumGreetings, Earthlings! Gee whiz, is there a new Howe Gelb record already? It seems like only 10 weeks ago we were talking about Giant Sand here at B the D. Alegrias (out May 10) is, in its way, a follow-up to Gelb’s 2006 solo outing Sno Angel Like You, for which he teamed up with Ottawa’s Voices of Praise choir (as well as guitarist Jim Bryson and Arcade Fire drummer Jeremy Gara). This time, rather than a full on gospel choir, Gelb is working with a full on flamenco band, A Band of Gypsies, featuring the hot guitar licks of Raimundo Amador.


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Ian Tyson In Thirteen Words

I was rummaging through some of the treasures around the prairie dog offices when I found a copy of Ian Tyson’s 2010 memoir The Long Trail: My Life in the West. Tyson’s a Canadian legend, first as part of 60s and 70s folk duo Ian and Sylvia then as a solo artist who continues to tour today.

The random first page that I opened the book to and the first line my eyes landed on was just perfect. Observe:

When I worked with Sylvia alone, since she loved me and was an old-fashioned girl, she pretty much did what I told her to do.

I haven’t read the book, but it had better be that for all of its 197 pages.

Pick of the Day: Bluenotes at the Blueprint

This is the final installment of the Blueprint series that’s being hosted by New Dance Horizons at the MacKenzie Art Gallery as part of the MagDance residency.  Featured today is a new work by Caitlin Coflin (pictured) with musician Jeff Morton; along with a solo dance exploring the life of an African Warrior called Tunde by Chancz Perry with percussion by Godknows Kumassah.

Things get going at the MacKenzie Gallery at 2 p.m. Tickets are $10.

Tonight at 7 p.m. it’s the Vertigo Reading Series at Orange Izakaya (2136 Robinson). Featured writers are Jarrett Rusnak, Alison Lohans and Melissa Richardson.

Bang the Drum!: pilgrims to the sound

Bang the DrumGreetings, Earthlings!
Last Wednesday night, Regina author Dianne Warren was the featured guest at the latest Incite event, the Vancouver International Writers Festival‘s biweekly “exploration of books and ideas”. Warren, whose debut novel Cool Water won the 2010 Governor-General’s Literary Award for Fiction (or, the GG), spoke at the Vancouver Public Library Central Branch, just one block from Saskatchewan sculptor Joe Fafard‘s “Royal Sweet Diamond” (pictured) at the corner of Richards and Georgia. I only noticed because I had to walk up Richards from my bus stop. If I’d taken the SkyTrain, I wouldn’t have passed it, and I might not have gone into the event with such a strong sense of the persistent presence of Saskatchewan creative artists swimming around in my head.
I thought of Fafard and Warren, and I thought of Lee Henderson–my onetime doppelganger of Cordova Street (I grew a beard; who needs the competition?), a fellow former student of Saskatoon’s Evan Hardy Collegiate, winner of the 2009 BC Book Prize for his 2008 debut novel The Man Game, a book so much of Vancouver it could only have been written by a transplant. I thought about the Brodie brothers, Daniel with his unspeakable art and Shaun with his unspeakable trumpet. I think about how everyone always wants to talk to me about my green and yellow U of R Cougars hoodie (was my brother’s), and then they tell me a story about the one time they were in Regina, and it invariably features either shuffleboard or the Copper Kettle. I think about the diaspora, the Saskaspora. I may have been the last to leave, a little over a year before Brad Wall’s Saskatchewan Party was found to be less unpalatable than the other guys, the Riders won the Grey Cup again and Saskatchewan’s lifestyle became so fine it needed its own magazine. Basically, things really turned around after I left. I get it, I’ve made peace with it.

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Pick of the Day: Talking Fresh 9

This annual literary event is subtitled  Saskatchewan Poetry Summit. It’s being held today and tomorrow at Luther College at the University of Regina. Participating poets  include Brenda Schmidt, Karen Solie, Michael Trussler and Daniel Scott Tysdal. Featured today is a panel discussion from 2-4 p.m., followed by readings by the poets from 8-10 p.m.

March 5 from 9 a.m.-4:30 p.m. there’s presentations on writing and risk, followed by a book launch at 4:30 p.m. for Holly Luhning’s book Quiver (that’s Luhning at left) and Jennifer Still’s book Girlwood. For more info call 791-7743 or visit www.skwriter.com

Also on today, there’s a celebration of International Women’s Day at the Language Institute Theatre at the University of Regina. The event will feature films, presentations and panel discussions and will run from 9 a.m. to 1 p.m. The event is free, although if you have the lunch that will be provided it’s $10.

Tonight and tomorrow night at the Royal Sask Museum, there’s an Environmental Film Festival. Screening tonight at 7 p.m. is Flow which addresses the privatization of water. It will be followed at 8:50 p.m. by the presentation of the Environmental Activist Awards. Saturday at 7 p.m. The Pisim Project will be screened. It’s about a group of students at Cumberland House in northern Saskatchewan who designed and built an energy efficient house. At 8 p.m., Home will be screened. It’s a documentary looking at how human activity is harming our home planet Earth. Admission is free. For more info call 757-4669.

Musicwise, tonight at the Exchange Regina rockers Molten Lava are headlining a show with Black Mastiff and Brainsauce backing them up.

As well, prairie dog cover woman Christine Fellows has a CD release at Artesian on 13th at 8 p.m. Here’s a link to the story James Brotheridge did on her.  Appearing with Fellows is singer-songwwriter Shotgun Jimmie. Tickets are $15 adv., $18 door. Here’s video of Fellows performing “Mlle. Steno” in St. Boniface in 2009 with visuals by artist Shary Boyle.

And at O’Hanlon’s Pub, Saskatoon rockers Violent Kin are playing with Lords Kitchener.

Coming soon: Zach Worton’s The Klondike

Face it, people who have–at any point–lived in Regina are the bomb.

The latest erstwhile Reginan to do something colossally awesome is Zach Worton. His graphic novel debut The Klondike will hit the shelves in March, and his publisher, Montreal’s Drawn & Quarterly (arguably the most prestigious comics publisher in North America), has posted some preview pages on their blog. Very impressive stuff.

Regina no doubt remembers Zach from his string of chart-topping garage rock bands the Negatives, the Real Slow Drag and the Blackelles. Zach even did some illustration work for prairie dog back in the day. You might say we discovered him. It would be a gross exaggeration, unfair to Zach and the many hours of hard work he’s devoted to his craft. But there are two ways to react to the success of a friend, you can be hideously jealous or you can take undue credit. We like to think we’re taking the high road on this one.

Beat Regeneration?

Staring down the barrel of this year’s release of the cinematic adaptation of Jack Kerouac’s On the Road, hot on the heels of last year’s adaptation of Allen Ginsberg’s Howl, London’s Guardian newspaper caught up with Carolyn Cassady, the 87-year-old widow of Neal Cassady. Mr. Cassady, of course, served as muse and chauffeur for the Beat Generation’s two best known works, and later drove the bus for Ken Kesey’s Merry Band of Pranksters, as told in Tom Wolfe’s The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test. Ms. Cassady herself figured into several of Kerouac’s books, including On the Road, Big Sur and Visions of Cody. The Guardian interview gives the impression of a smart woman as deserving of recognition as the men whose company she kept:

Her life has been, and continues to be, shaped by these long-dead male icons. Ironically, she is mystified by the fascination. “Kids in school are still eating it up. I don’t understand it. I don’t see any value in that at all, culturally.” Not even in reading Kerouac? “If I hadn’t known him, I never would have read any of his books.”

Read more here, and learn about the Allen Ginsberg Beat Poet Figurine here.

Hark, An Anthology

You can see the full comic here, along with the rest of cartoonist Kate Beaton’s series on Andrew Jackson. Beaton’s great not only because she’s talented and funny, but also because she’s the kinda lady who writes about characters like an asshole president who fought off his own attempted assassin.

The great folks at Drawn and Quarterly know it too. ComicsAlliance reports the Montreal-based publisher will be putting out a hardcover book of new and old material from Beaton, making this the coolest news for a webcomic since the publication of Achewood’s The Great Outdoor Fight.