E. B. White has long been a favorite writer of mine, since reading things by him written for The New Yorker long ago. Reading Is Sex Necessary?, James Thurber’s humorous book co-written with White, led me to reading more of White, and it wasn’t long before I bought these hardcovers sometimes around 1976 or 1977.
They have been on the shelf since, and I’ve read each of them more than once.
Last Fall I picked up a copy of E. B. On Dogs, a trade paperback with letters and essays about his various dogs, mostly Dachshunds, for some light reading when the pandemic was really getting me down (it still is, by the way). Much of the material from the book I’d already read in one of the four hardcovers shown above. I never seem to tire of White’s humor, opinions and worldview.
Are you an E. B. reader?