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From the Publisher
Will Ferguson's first book in three years, following on the
back-to-back successes of How to Be a Canadian
(over 110,000 copies sold) and Happiness™ (Winner
of the Leacock Medal for Humour).
Will Ferguson has spent the past three years criss-crossing Canada
and back again. In a helicopter above the barrenlands of the
sub-Arctic, in a canoe with his four-year-old son, aboard seaplanes
and along the Underground Railroad, Will's travels have taken him
from Cape Spear on the coast of Newfoundland to the sun-dappled
streets of Olde Victoria.
In his last book, Will told us how to be Canadian; now in this
book, he will tell us what it means to be Canadian. And what Will
finds out along the way is that Canada in its development and in
its current state is really a series of outposts - not only
geographically but culturally.
Will's journey takes him to far-flung isolated communities as well
as deep into Canada's urban centres. From the "million-acre farm"
that is P.E.I. to the tobacco belt of southern Ontario, from the
architectural mess that is Montreal to the glorious jumble that is
St. John's, from a renegade republic in northwestern New Brunswick
to a tundra buggy in the polar bear migration paths of Hudson Bay,
Will explodes the myths of who we are.
Funny, poignant and insightful, Beauty Tips from Moose
Jaw is a provocative tribute to our quirky and fascinating
Excerpt from Beauty Tips from Moose
In one particular seedy St. John's pub, I was adopted by a work
crew from Portugal Cove who took an immediate, almost antagonistic
liking to me. "You're from Alberta, you say? I have a cousin in
Fort McMurray, maybe you know him." (Everybody in Newfoundland has
a cousin in Fort McMurray.) The crew from Portugal Cove tormented
me with screech and second-hand smoke as they regaled me with tales
of how their families were so poor "back when" that all they could
afford to eat were lobsters. This was not the first time I had
heard this. Apparently half the population of Newfoundland has
subsisted on lobster at some point or other.
From the Hardcover edition.