海角大神

The three-story Victorian-style house at 77 Jefferson Avenue nestles among ordinary-looking homes in this Midwestern city. It鈥檚 handsome but not grand; yet to many in Columbus, the building is hallowed literary ground.聽

From 1913 to 1917 future writer and cartoonist James Thurber, then an undergraduate at Ohio State University, and his family were renters here. For the past 35 years, Thurber House, as it is now known, has been decorated to suggest its appearance during the era of its most notable tenant, doubling as a literary arts center and museum.聽

Inside, the house is no less ordinary: Its cramped bedrooms and too-narrow hallways are enhanced only by the knowledge that Thurber once roamed them, a fact visitors are reminded of throughout the residence, which is decked out with Thurber-related artifacts and memorabilia.

鈥淗e never forgot where he was from, and in fact, never really left there in his imagination,鈥� says David Remnick, editor of The New Yorker, the magazine where Thurber earned international fame.聽

Scholars say that Thurber benefited from his middle-of-the-road background. In his day and ours, Columbus has been considered a bellwether city: Products are routinely test-marketed here, and the halls of government are home to both a Democratic mayor and a Republican governor.聽

鈥淐olumbus is so typical,鈥� says James Tootle, a Thurber expert. 鈥淭he fact that it鈥檚 so mainstream, it鈥檚 so common. The experiences that he had, anyone could鈥檝e had them. And, therefore, that keeps his writing fresh.鈥�

This year serves as ground zero for the Year of Thurber, a celebration that commemorates the 125th year since his birth. The celebration involves citywide events such as exhibits and readings, and on August 24 the Columbus Museum of Art opens a major exhibition, 鈥淎 Mile and a Half of Lines: The Art of James Thurber.鈥澛�

Thurber鈥檚 work, including stories and cartoons gathered in such noted collections as 鈥淢y World 鈥� and Welcome to It,鈥� often centers on the dashed dreams and frustrations of average people. For example, 鈥淭he Secret Life of Walter Mitty,鈥� one of his signature stories that was adapted for film, asks us to accompany its protagonist on his often preposterous adventures.聽

鈥淚t reminds me of the 鈥楽einfeld鈥� TV show in a way, that it鈥檚 just everyday things,鈥� Mr. Tootle says of Thurber鈥檚 work, pointing to the chapter 鈥淭he Car We Had to Push鈥� in Thurber鈥檚 Columbus-centric memoir, 鈥淢y Life and Hard Times.鈥� 鈥淲ell, everybody鈥檚 car breaks down at one time or another. We鈥檝e all had that, but he makes a story out of it.鈥�

James Thurber for The New Yorker

Born in Columbus in 1894, James was the middle son of Charles and Mary Thurber. His father was an official in the Republican Party, but his mother, who was also called 鈥淢ame,鈥� provided him with his most significant inheritance: a sense of humor.

鈥淢ame Thurber was an absolute character,鈥� says Michael Rosen, the founding literary director of Thurber House and curator of the upcoming show at the art museum, who describes her as an inveterate practical joker. 鈥淪he would put on costumes,鈥� he says. 鈥淪he [did] voices.鈥�

Thurber, who did not leave Ohio State University with a degree, took a stab at straightforward journalism as a reporter for The Columbus Dispatch but eventually decamped for New York, where he caught on as a writer at The New Yorker in 1927. Mr. Remnick credits Thurber and E.B. White with setting a style for the magazine in its early days. 鈥淭hey establish this voice that is a combination of wonderment and the opposite of wised-up sophistication,鈥� Mr. Remnick says. 鈥淏ut, at the same time, there is a certain assurance to the voice.鈥澛�

Today Thurber is at least as well-recognized for his loose, sketchy, not particularly well-proportioned cartoons. 鈥淚 remember him saying that he could whistle while he drew,鈥� says Rosemary Thurber, his daughter from his first marriage to Althea Adams. 鈥淗e drew so quickly and freely, much easier than his writing process of refining and polishing until he had just the right words, just the way he wanted them.鈥�

In fact, Thurber鈥檚 metamorphosis from amateur doodler to respected cartoonist came about by happenstance. 鈥淗e would go to other people鈥檚 offices and fill their pads,鈥� says Mr. Rosen, adding that White first took note of the charm of the drawings. 鈥淓.B. White gathered them up. They brought them to the publisher, spread them out on the floor,鈥� he says.

Mild-mannered dogs were a frequent subject. 鈥淭he presence of a dog 鈥� unlike a presence of a crazy-looking lamp or a misshapen sofa 鈥� does represent a kind of calm in this shaken-up environment,鈥� Mr. Rosen says. Yet some drawings would be called sexist today: The humorist tended to draw women as bullies and men as milquetoasts. 鈥淲e sort of look at some of the men and women and think, 鈥榃ell, that鈥檚 a little chauvinistic,鈥欌�� says Mr. Rosen, who considers both genders to be 鈥渃onfused鈥� in Thurber鈥檚 drawings. 鈥淚 think, in general, they look like they鈥檙e survivors, that the men and women are mostly startled by the contemporary time they find themselves in.鈥�

Thurber, who died in 1961, was an East Coast resident for the balance of his life, but he remained tethered to Columbus through his family, and he continued tapping the town for inspiration.聽

Thurber was known for taking pen and ink to the places in which he lived. At The New Yorker, he marked up a wall at the magazine, which has been saved. 鈥淭hey chiseled two of the images off the walls to preserve them in a museum-like way,鈥� Mr. Remnick says. 鈥淥ne is a self-portrait, and one is of a kind of football scene.鈥� And actor Sam Waterston, the current owner of Thurber鈥檚 final house in West Cornwall, Connecticut, remembers remodeling the pantry when he made a startling discovery: 鈥淲hen we were taking out the cabinets, we found a Thurber dog drawing on that yellow scratch paper that everybody had.鈥�

Tessa Berg/Special to 海角大神

The walls of James Thurber鈥檚 bedroom closet bear the signatures of notable visitors, in keeping with the humorist鈥檚 own habit of drawing on the walls of homes he lived in.

Yet it is Thurber House that best serves as a memorial to him. Each summer a writer-in-residence occupies a space on the third floor. Cleveland novelist Kevin Keating remembers his first night there last August. The scene could be something out of 鈥淭he Night the Ghost Got In鈥� from 鈥淢y Life and Hard Times.鈥� 鈥淎 big picture hanging on the wall beside my bed came crashing down on top of me,鈥� Mr. Keating says. 鈥淚 thought, 鈥楾here鈥檚 my introduction to Thurber.鈥欌�澛�

Of course, the master would have probably embellished a few details. Says Mr. Keating: 鈥淚 think Thurber would probably have it where I run screaming from the house and then manage to lock myself out."