The Best of Wolcott Gibbs from The New Yorker
So, there I was sitting in my dentist’s office chuckling, chortling and laughing out loud as I read this book. It isn’t often that I enjoy a trip to the dentist this much. It wasn’t a dose of laughing gas that had me chortling. It was the writing of Wolcott Gibbs, most of which had been published in “The New Yorker” between 1928 and his death in 1958. [Read more...]













