He published his first book, Is Sex Necessary?, with E.B. He attended The Ohio State University from 1913 to 1918, after which he left for Paris, returning to Columbus two years later. The Wind From the Sun – Arthur C.Colophon: James Thurber was born in Columbus, Ohio, in 1894.I really cannot recommend this book to anyone. It was a deeply uncomfortable read at times especially in this age of the Black Lives Matter campaigns and coming from an American author who was lauded in his time it simply emphasised the ingrained prejudices in an unsettling manner. There is also what can only be described as casual racism, especially in the section entitled ‘A Sequence of Servants’ where non-white characters are reduced to ridiculous stereotypes with ‘comedy accents’ all spelt out phonetically. I can sort of see what he is trying to do, the family situations that he writes about could be the basis of a theatrical farce but a large part of such a performance is the visuals and Thurber for the most part failed to enable me to envisage the scenes and when I did see in my minds eye the household running around in confusion I simply didn’t care about the characters or what happened to them. As far as I can see the only similarity is that both consist of a massive hole, one in the ground and the other in the four hours I spent reading and then writing about this humourless rubbish. Fortunately the book was only 135 pages long or it may have made it to my fairly short list of books I failed to finish.Īm I missing something? Maybe a confirmed Thurberite could comment and explain why his writing should be compared to the Grand Canyon. The tales are tedious in the extreme, I even tried reading them aloud in case they sounded better that way they didn’t. It felt very like reading old copies of Punch magazine where you find yourself wondering how anyone ever found any of this remotely funny. All I can say is that in the intervening eighty seven years since the book was first published and seventy two years since that glowing introduction the humour has apparently evaporated. With a build up like that how could I resist? Well I wish I had. This volume – the first of his to appear in Penguins – contains some of his maddest stories, such as The Night the Bed Fell and The Day the Dam Broke, which will be the best of introductions to non-Thurber readers and a renewed delight to confirmed Thurberites. Yet both are undeniably acts of nature, which delight as well as amaze.

James Thurber is America’s greatest genius of humour and is as much a phenomenon as the Grand Canyon indeed, they might both be said to have a nightmare and fantastic unreality about them. Originally published in 1933, this is the first Penguin Books edition from July 1948 and the introduction printed inside the front cover made me want to read it.

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