I borrowed this from the Library when it was open again. Loved it! Just as true today as it was when first written nearly 100 years ago.
It's so relevant, I bought a copy to keep. ( )

gave to Deborah for her 40th birthday ( )

It is interesting that E.B. White's other book, that is more directly fiction, was "Charlotte's Web." Nonetheless, an exploration of North American sexual attitudes in the late 1920's was a product of collaboration between a grammarian and a humourist...but isn't that a lot like life. It remains an interesting social document. ( )

While dated, this is a fun read :) ( )

As a final word on sex, this book fails. I’m glad I didn’t read this when I was young – it might have put me on the wrong track for years. As it was, I had to compile my perception of sex from tattered fantasy novels and lurid novellas accidentally classified in the young adult section of my local library. The discovery, when I was twelve, of a suitcase stuffed with the most hardcore pornography imaginable - buried, like some hideous treasure, in the damp leaves of the woods - well, that did not help either.

Thurber’s drawings scattered throughout this book are slightly interesting. A surprisingly astute observation comes tucked away in the appendix: White explains the sketches represent the ‘the melancholy of sex’ and ‘the implausibility of animals’. White explains most of the men in the drawings look frightened, but I disagree: I think they mostly look angry. This book is supposed to be light reading, but I wouldn’t be surprised if Thurber was secretly (or not so secretly) a misogynist, and a bitter one at that.
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