Rob Price
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2025 September 17 • Wednesday

Mr. Hobbs Takes a Vacation is one of my favorite movies. So of course I had to read the source novel. It's by Edward Streeter, who also wrote Father of the Bride, and it's called Mr. Hobbs' Vacation.

Obviously that apostrophe without an "s" after it is a problem. No wonder they changed the title for the movie.

Speaking of which, this is the movie tie-in edition, as you can see. And if you forgot that the captain's portrait from The Ghost and Mrs. Muir was in the movie, you can be reminded by this edition's back cover.

The book and the movie share a premise and many of the same characters but are quite different. The book is basically plotless, a collection of of vignettes that all share a theme of expectations gone awry, and the title character's heroic struggles simply to endure what's meant to be a pleasurable and relaxing time in a summer vacation town.

You can see how bits of the book crept into very different scenes in the movie—getting lost in the fog in a boat, the bird-watching guests—but the movie version intensifies and amplifies the people and events, always effectively and humorously.

The book is quite funny as well, though it's a quieter, more whimsical, stealth sort of wittiness. James Thurber was very popular at this time and I think it's fair to say that the tone is meant to be very similar to his. Certainly the original hardcover edition's many original drawings, by Dorothea Warren Fox, are meant to remind readers of Thurber's own illustrations for his writings.

Streeter's writing is very smooth, confident and relaxed. He doesn't go for big effects but gets genuine laughs from readers simply by going with the current and letting the inexorable logic of Mr. Hobbs's streak of small failures play out.

This is alternated with precise and beautiful descriptive writing, never too much of it but so perfectly distilled that the setting is extremely vivid. Streeter knew his stuff.

The first line is "The incoming tide nosed its way inquiringly into dozens of rock-rimmed coves and tiny inlets".