How sad that there are only three of us with this book! Time has not treated Thurber gently. Fifty years ago, he was a major literary light, known for his cartoons, his short stories, and his essays on a wide range of topics. He was also very much linked to "The New Yorker" and to the group of writers appeared so frequently in the magazine at mid-century that they seemed to be the magazine. Now, he is far less widely read, which is too bad -- too many people are missing out on a brilliant observer, a prose stylist of genius, and a very funny writer.
This book is mostly a collection of sketches and stories about people he knew during his childhood and youth in Columbus, Ohio. It is a bit of a trip back in time, as well as a laugh-out-loud funny book. ( )