Far too early in life, James Thurber began losing his eyesight. He started to write with a black grease pencil and most inscriptions were done by his wife, Helen. What we have here is something I think quite rare–in James’ own hand. Peter and Ebie are The Blumes, he a famous artist, Ebie the famous friend of everyone in the neighborhood, and godparents to Rob, the son of Malcolm and Muriel Cowley. The Thurbers lived nearby in Cornwall Connecticut, the Cowleys in Sherman. It was an artistic community, Alexander “Sandy” Calder the famous sculpture, was a pal. Lillian Hellman routinely showed up at gatherings. A veritable who’s who of luminaries from their time.
In gloomy times and good, no one is more fun to read than James Thurber. The Secret Life of Walter Mitty, My World and Welcome To It, The Thurber Carnival, Men, Women and Dogs and many others to choose from will get you started laughing this summer.
guest posted by Barbara Morgenroth