You expect to find witty artwork in a book titled Kate Carew: America’s First Great Woman Cartoonist, especially if the publisher is Fantagraphics, the gold standard when it comes to anthologizing classic comic strips. (The house is also a patron saint of contemporary graphic novels.) But as someone unfamiliar with Carew—like most everyone else alive today, I’d wager—I was not expecting a turn-of-the-past century Nora Ephron.
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