It will sit on top of Alarms & Diversions, The Thurber Carnival, Fables for Our Time, and one of my copies of Lanterns and Lances. (I am getting rid of the paperback copy—the "backup." I am de-cluttering, so one copy of any given book is probably enough.)

By the way, if you want to see a picture of James Thurber, go here. He looks just like his cartoons, of course—with the heavy-framed glasses and that contrasting bit of hair at the top of his head. (Though he has more hair, perhaps, than a lot of his cartoon men possess.)

Thurber's Dogs, comes to me via the library of a pipe smoker. Mmmm. Vanilla pipe tobacco: that was one of the things I loved about my grandfather. He was a difficult soul, so there weren't too many of these characteristics: his skill as a carpenter, and his his penchant for the color red are the only others that jump to mind just now. But that vanilla smoke smell just ruled.

Oh, and—you websearch people will be wanting a link to The Thurber House. So there you go.

Furthermore, here's a Thurber fansite, though it should be noted that one of his quotations is mangled therein.

(Is it possible that I'm as geeky in my own way as those people who know far too much about the Star Trek and Star Wars franchises?)

Posted by: Attila Girl at 10:30 PM | Comments (1) | Add Comment
Post contains 239 words, total size 2 kb.