The title is no lie. These are masterpieces, one and all. The editors, Warren and Erskine, display a fine discernment in their choices. Every story is great. There isn't a single dud, not even the one by Mister Sominex himself, Henry James. And the editors didn't just round up the usual suspects - their choices are fresh and surprising. Instead of Fitzgerald's "Babylon Revisited," they give us "Winter Dreams." Instead of Aiken's "Silent Snow, Secret Snow," they give us "Impulse." Instead of Steinbeck's "The Chrysanthemums," they give us "Flight." Instead of Lardner's "The Golden Honeymoon," and McCuller's "A Tree. A Rock. A Cloud.," they give us "Liberty Hall" and "The Sojourner." Instead of almost anything else by Hemingway, they give us "Soldier's Home." In other words, these are not the over-anthologized pieces you would expect. And in what other American anthology would you find a story by Elizabeth Taylor? (No, not THAT Elizabeth Taylor, the other one, the British writer.) Also, at the risk of revealing that my college English Lit days were in the turbulent 70s, I must say that there's an advantage to the fact that this book was originally published in the 1950s: It predates and thus thankfully precludes the post-modernist experiments of the Barth-Barthelme-Coover school of metafiction and anti-story, a literary blind alley if ever there was one. But I do have one quibble about this book: The latest edition of this 1950s classic, the one you would buy new from Amazon, lacks the original's J.D. Salinger story. Apparently the Zen anchorite withdrew his permission to reprint "Uncle Wiggily in Connecticut." (Which again was a good choice by Warren and Erskine. Most short story collections of that time would have instead included Salinger's "For Esme -- with Love and Squalor.")