I tried to ignore writing this post, thinking to myself, What purpose does it serve to discuss why you haven’t bought a particular book? The book, published thirty-one years after Thurber’s death in 1961, is Thurber On Crime, edited by Robert Lopresti. I’ve managed, in those thirty years, not buy a copy. And why not? It sports a perfectly fine
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_______________________________________________________ Thurber Thursday On A Friday [Thurber Thursday was delayed until today because of the passing of Robert Gottlieb] Regular Spill readers might recall that I enjoy accidentally running across “different” covers for Thurber’s books. Today I came across a UK edition of In A Word, a book written by Margaret Ernst, with drawings by Thurber. Amazing that after
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How Much Is That Doggie? This lovely Thurber dog is listed by Between The Covers, a bookseller of interest (the catalogs are always fascinating). The seller declined to date the drawing, but it’s very safe to say it’s later Thurber, but not as late as the Thurber dog shown below. Thurber dogs drawn near the end of his life
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“…Blame The Unconscious, I Guess” As mentioned a few Thurber Thursdays ago, I’ve been once again re-visiting Harrison Kinney’s massive James Thurber: His Life And Times. I happened upon this passage yesterday that I could easily identify with [it’s on page 421]. Thurber is speaking (in an interview with Kinney) about how his famous “house that merges into the head
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