Finding the Right Face for Charlotte in ‘Charlotte’s Web’
In insisting on an anatomically correct Charlotte, E. B. White was playing with fire: People hate real spiders.
This is , a column by Abby Walthausen that explores the nature of book illustration and the way images can shape the text for the reader.
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If something isn’t cute, no need to love it.
Charlotte’s Web
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Charlotte’s Web
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Some Pig!Terrific. Radiant. Humble.
Abby Walthausen's writing has appeared in The Public Domain Review, The Paris Review Daily, The Atlantic, Zocalo Public Square, Atlas Obscura, Common-place, Mutha, Extra Crispy, LARB, Electric Literature, and LitHub. Fictional work has been published by Gigantic, Vol. 1 Brooklyn, the Made in LA anthology, Santa Monica Review, Gulf Stream, and is forthcoming in Sycamore Review . She lives in Echo Park, Los Angeles where she guides a tour about twentieth-century printmaker Paul Landacre, and is at work on a novel, ST. CYR.
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