Writings from the New Yorker, 1927-1976 Book

Years ago, during a particularly challenging time in my life, I received a slim volume of essays by E.B. White. I had loved his children's books, Stuart Little, Charlotte's Web, and The Trumpet of the Swan; soon, his wit and wisdom commenting on a variety of topics, reminded me of larger issues, making mine more manageable. Reading this collection was like visiting a beloved college professor again, listening to him comment about the world with humor and compassion and honesty. The years he wrote for the New Yorker included the Depression, World War II, the Korean and Viet Nam Wars, all the moments of despair, hope and progress, often seen through some small observation, perhaps easily overlooked by most. His use of language (beyond speaking of himself in the plural form!) is exquisite, sentences beautifully constructed, words carefully chosen..."Life is apt to be translated most accurately by a person who sees it break through the mist at unexpected moments - a person who experiences sudden clear images."