James Thurber Libri

Gathers previously uncollected cartoons and humorous stories

James Thurber's unique ability to convey the vagaries of life in a funny, witty, and often satirical way earned him accolades as one of the finest humorists of the twentieth century. A bestseller upon its initial publication in 1945. The Thurber Carnival captures the depth and breadth of his talent. The pieces here, almost all of which first appeared in The New Yorker, include selections from such beloved classics as My World and Welcome to It, The Owl in the Attic, The Seal in the Bathroom, and Men, Women and Dogs. Thurber's take on life, society, and human nature is timeless and will continue to delight readers even as they recognize a bit of themselves in his brilliant sketches.

James Thurber, one of the greatest American humorists, was not a man to shrink from danger - as long as he was safely ensconsed behind his typewriter or drawing board. Thurber on Crime is a collection of the master's ruminations on everyday villainy: stories, articles, essays, drawings, and reflections on the evil that men and women do. Several of the pieces are appearing here for the first time in book form. One of Thurber's major contributions to American letters is his view of the "little man" - Walter Mitty and his brothers - doing battle with the world. In the pages of Thurber on Crime, the little man fights international spies, gets mixed up in gangland vendettas, and plans the perfect murder.

The memoir offers an insightful glimpse into the life of James Thurber during his tenure at The New Yorker, highlighting his experiences with the magazine's influential founder, Harold Ross. Through a blend of humor and reflection, Thurber shares memorable anecdotes and the unique atmosphere of the publication, capturing the essence of a transformative period in American literary history. The narrative showcases both the challenges and triumphs of working in a creative environment, offering readers a personal connection to the magazine's legacy.

 “Thurber is...a landmark in American humor...he is the funniest artist who ever lived.” — New RepublicWidely hailed as one of the finest humorist of the twentieth century, James Thurber looks back at his own life growing up in Columbus, Ohio, with the same humor and sharp wit that defined his famous sketches and writings. In My Life and Hard times, first published in 1933, he recounts the delightful chaos and frustrations of family, boyhood, youth, odd dogs, recalcitrant machinery, and the foibles of human nature.

SUMMARY: The tale of a demanding princess who wanted the moon and got it.

James Thurber has been called "one of our great American institutions' (Stanley Walker), "a magnificent satirist (Boston Transcript), and "a Joyce in false-face" (New York Times). The New York Herald Tribune submits that he is "as blithe as Benchley...as savage as Swift...surprisingly wise and witty," while the Times of London, out of enthusiasm and a profound regard for truth, proclaims that "Thurber is Thurber." In Fables for Our Time, Thurber the Moralist is in the ascendancy. Here are a score or more lessons-in-prose dedicated to conventional sinners and proving--what you will. The fables are imperishably illustrated, and are supplemented by Mr. Thurber's own pictorial interpretations of famous poems in a wonderful and joyous assemblage.

In a cold, gloomy castle where all the clocks have stopped, a wicked Duke amuses himself by finding new and fiendish ways of rejecting the suitors for his niece, the good and beautiful Princess Saralinda

Here, in the companion volume to "Fables For Our Time", are 47 fables including "The Wolf Who Went Places", "The Bragdowdy and the Busybody", "The Human Being and the Dinosaur" and "The Peacelike Mongoose".

"Thurber in his heyday was one of those international names, like Garbo, Ruth or Mussolini, that immediately summoned up a point of view: partly, no doubt, because he sounded like one of his own characters but more certainly because of his drawings. He did not make jokes in his mouth, like so many clowns, but somewhere between the optic nerve and the unconscious, an area where the slightest tilt can lead to torment and madness. But thank God he compiled this book while youthful high spirits could still put funny hats on his nightmares and he could still be diverted by jokes that had nothing to say about anything: "I said the hounds of Spring are on Winter's traces, but let it pass, let it pass." I used to repeat this line so often as a boy, that it lost all humor, and finally all meaning, and I still loved it. That's art and that's Thurber."*From the Introduction by Wilfrid Sheed