INTRODUCTION This is the eighth episode of “James Thurber, A Reader’s Guide,” a rambling consideration of Thurber’s works, examining his life and work in some detail. Generally, these appear every Friday, unless I happen to be pushing something of my own or I happen to write something extra long on Thursday, which is why this…
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James Thurber, a reader’s guide
Introduction Some months ago, I thought I would write a longish piece on James Thurber—maybe five or ten thousand words at the most. Well, that was then. I’ve got about thirty-five thousand and counting, including footnotes. I’m going to start running this thing in thousand-word chunks, starting with this one. I’ve been learning about footnotes…
Susan Rice for NSA? Maybe not such a good idea
Page 2 of the Glenn Thrush source-greaser I sneered at yesterday contains the following regarding Susan Rice: Rice — who reportedly holds no grudges against Clinton [who supposedly did not do the Sunday talk shows following the murder of Ambassador Stevens in Benghazi because she “hates” them]— walked into her fateful Sunday trial with eyes wide open and bent…
Look who’s talking!
The rats are doing all of the talking in this latest exercise in Harrisburg surrealism. More cartoons here. “I have no idea either, but if it will get us a flat-screen I’m for it.” “Because he has no life, that’s why.” “Yeah, the sign’s shitty, the cheese is shitty, everything is shitty, but I’m still…
Still totally not the New Yorker
Want award-winning New Yorker-style humor? Go here. If you’re lazy, read this: “Oh, I like Ramblin’ Mondays. It’s Flamenco Tuesdays I can’t stand.” “‘Dylanesque’? ‘Dylany’ would be more than generous.” “Well, I’m screwed. There’s no way I can handle ‘Melancholy Baby’ in b flat.” “He should have left this one entirely to Beyoncé.” “Yes, his…
Totally not the New Yorker
This week’s cartoon is submitted by Ben, that bike-ridin’ fool from Harrisburg, PA. Ben “explains” that this is a surrealistic cartoon. Well, being literary tends to make one literal, so I assumed that that object in the foreground is a foot, belonging to someone who I’ll also assume is a guy and the dog’s owner….
Still not the New Yorker
Okay, I guess it’s going to be cartoon Mondays from now on. We’ll move the jazz videos to Tuesday. For prize-winning captions from the New Yorker, unlike these, go here. “All right. This is a hostile takeover. But not an impossible one.” “Yes, I did claw my way to the top. Are there any more…