A satire on the state of sexuality in this country, but also eerily accurate. Likewise, the stick figure, minimalist drawings sketches, really garnered many laughs from me, for being downright silly but also made a lot of sense. I relished each of the ingenious "case histories", humorous examples of the s This book is hilarious.
I relished each of the ingenious "case histories", humorous examples of the sad state of affairs most of our sexual education and relations are in. Take a look at the glossary at the back of the book as a small sampling of the laughs you will receive. Plus, it is co-written by one of my favorite children's bookstore authors, E.
Do I sound like an advertisement? Well, I feel this book deserves my free endorsement. The forward by Updike offers some helpful information, such as the fact that E.
Thurber was responsible for the odd numbered ones, the glossary, the preface by the fictional "H. Definitely read the forward to the forward. Definitely definitely read each of the following chapters. Uber definitely look at the sketches. Superlatively definitely laugh as often as you feel. And I assure you that that will be often. One of the best things about this book is how well it has stood the test of time.
The point is, not that much has changed since We still cannot easily tell love from passion; the "feminine types" described are still valid my favorite is the buttonhole twister, who "has a curious habit of insinuating a finger or, usually the little finger on the right hand, unless she be left handed, and to the lapel buttonhole of a gentleman and twisting it. Usually, she a man who is taller than herself and usually she gets him quite publicly, and parks, on street corners, and the like.
Often, while twisting, she will place the toe of her right shoe on the ground, with the heel elevated, and will swing the heel slowly through an arch about 30 or 35 degrees, back and forth. She invariably goes in for negative statements during the course of her small writhings, such as it is not, I am not, I don't believe you do, and the like" ; it seems actually even more true now than then that us children need to teach our parents about sex especially the less traditional forms it takes these days, from swingers to LGBT to BDSM to special desires so strange one could never make it up ; claustrophobia for the husband in a seemingly trapped marriage is still a valid concern, and the advice to explain guest towels to the husband in a non demeaning way seems like good advice; the "recessive knee" phenomenon still exists "occasions arise sometimes when a girl presses her knee, ever so lightly, against any of the young man she was out with.
It is not a hard push, you understand, rather the merest touch of knee to knee, light as the brush of a falling blossom against one's cheek, and as lovely" In the typical male, he will leave his knee there, maybe even apply counter pressure. In the frigid male, however, this causes the "recessive knee". I have presented these figures to the American Medical Association and am awaiting a reply. Some things in this book are simply there for laughs, so ridiculous they are; such as the story of the husband who leaves a basket under the hearth, awaiting the stork, or the wife who insists on her new husband to present the bluebirds in order for them to have children.
This is presented as, supposedly, "one of the extremest cases of Birds and Flowers Fixation". It was even more hilarious to read in E. White's forward how he had received letters from individuals that were actually convinced this book was expressing official scientific data, missing the satire idea altogether. Yes, with technology, some of this has changed i.
At its core, though, this masterpiece of a book is still relevant, and anything that might not be it makes up for in pure laughs. I, personally, plan to regale it as a classic for decades to come.
This book was written by E. White and James Thurber in , and I will never, never look at the author of Charlotte's Web the same way again. It is still remarkably topical; while some of the phrasing is dated, the dry satirical wit is priceless. Some passages although the humor has less punch when taken out of context: How to Tell Love from Passion Let us say you have sat down to write a letter to your lady Finally you get settled and you write the words, "Anne darling..
If you don't care what punctuation mark you put after "darling", the chances are you are in love--although you may just be uneducated, who knows? A Discussion of Feminine Types Successfully to deal with a woman, a man must know what type she is. There have been several methods of classification, none of which I hold thoroughly satisfactory, neither the glandular categories--the gonoid, thyroid, etc. One must be pretty expert to tell a good gonoid when he sees one.
Personally, I know but very little about them, nor if I had a vast knowledge would I know what to do with it. The lion had his mane, the peacock his gorgeous plumage, but Man found himself in a three-button sack suit.
His masculine appearance not only failed to excite Woman, but in many cases it only served to bore her. And I swear that the rest of Chapter 4 was stolen by Seinfeld for an episode.
What Should Children Tell Parents? So many children have come to me and said, "What shall I tell my parents about sex?
If the subject is approached in a tactful way, it should be no more embarrassing to teach a parent about sex than to teach him about personal pronouns. And it should be less discouraging. There are also 50 or so illustrations by Thurber scattered throughout the book, which are Pythonesque in their demented sense of humor.
While I borrowed this book from the library, I plan on buying it as soon as possible. Then there's that truly nerdy stance of authors—social awkwardness in every sentence, every page—and that awkwardness is sooo cute at times. The pleasant confusion which we know exists. Being confused by, or confusing some one. I say this was my intention; but thus far I have been so unsuccessful in explaining the difference between love and passion that to go on would be to lay myself open to criticism.
The fact of the matter is, it's very difficult to tell love from passion. My advice to anyone who doesn't feel sure of the difference between them is either to give them both up or quit trying to split hairs.