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You had better shove this in the stove," Mark Twain said at the top of an 1865 letter to his brother, "for I don't want any absurd 'literary remains' and 'unpublished letters of Mark Twain' published after I am planted." He was joking, of course. But when Mark Twain died in 1910, he left behind the largest collection of personal papers created by any nineteenth-century American author.
Here, for the first time in book form, are twenty-four remarkable pieces by the American master—pieces that have been handpicked by Robert Hirst, general editor of the Mark Twain Project at the University of California, Berkeley. In "Jane Austen," Twain wonders if Austen's goal is to "make the reader detest her people up to the middle of the book and like them in the rest of the chapters." "The Privilege of the Grave" offers a powerful statement about the freedom of speech while "Happy Memories of the Dental Chair" will make you appreciate modern dentistry. In "Frank Fuller and My First New York Lecture" Twain plasters the city with ads to promote his talk at the Cooper Union (he is terrified no one will attend). Later that day, Twain encounters two men gazing at one of his ads. One man says to the other: "Who is Mark Twain?" The other responds: "God knows—I don't."
Wickedly funny and disarmingly relevant, Who Is Mark Twain? shines a new light on one of America's most beloved literary icons—a man who was well ahead of his time.
- Amazon Sales Rank: #143112 in Books
- Published on: 2009-04
- Released on: 2009-04-21
- Format: Bargain Price
- Number of items: 1
- Binding: Hardcover
- 240 pages
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"Who Is Mark Twain? is a refreshing reintroduction to both [Twain's] critical analytical thought and his playful sense of humor." (Los Angeles Times )
"More than 100 years after [Twain] wrote these stories, they remain not only remarkably funny but remarkably modern….Ninety-nine years after his death, Twain still manages to get the last laugh." (Vanity Fair )
"As funny and insightful as any of [Twain's] published and well-known works, these essays take on the federal government, religion, race, fame, and even the literary canon with a sharp-eyed clarity we can chuckle over as we read while feeling uncomfortable knowing that they feel all too contemporary." (Walter Mosley )
"[Twain] was, in the phrase of his friend William Dean Howells, 'the Lincoln of our literature'…At the heart of his work lies that greatest of all American qualities: irreverence." (Washington Post )
"Twain's wit and lethally precise powers of description are on full display in Who Is Mark Twain?" (Maud Newton )
About the Author
Samuel Langhorne Clemenswas born on November 30, 1835, in the village of Florida, Missouri. He attended the ordinary western common school until he was twelve, the last of his formal schooling. He became a typesetter and began work on his brother's Hannibal newspaper, publishing his first humorous sketch in 1851. During the next fifteen years he was successively a steamboat pilot, a soldier for three weeks, a silver miner, a newspaper reporter, and a bohemian in San Francisco known as "Mark Twain." At no time during these years did he seriously entertain a career in literature. But in 1865, deeply in debt, he acknowledged a talent for "literature, of a low order, i.e., humorous." In the next forty years, he published more than a dozen books and hundreds of shorter works, including his masterpiece in 1885, Adventures of Huckleberry Finn.
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9 of 10 people found the following review helpful.
Rifling Twain's Waste Basket
By Bill Slocum
If you find yourself with a copy of "Who Is Mark Twain?", do yourself a favor and skip immediately to "The Undertaker's Tale" in the middle of the book. If you start from the beginning, chances are good you will lose interest long before you reach this hilarious Dickens send-up.
It's a tough slog even if you are a Twain fan. I'm not particularly, but I like some of his work a lot and admire his style. It bears stating up front that "Who Is Mark Twain?" is a book he had no input in, published in 2009 by the Mark Twain Foundation and drawing from pieces he left unpublished and often unfinished. If it works for Tupac, the foundation must have thought...
We get a loyalty test early with a 1895 draft for a speech he never gave, a rambling address in which Twain whines about his tax problems, talks up famous people he knows, and finishes by asking the audience to rise in respect for the long-dead General Ulysses Grant. Twain even raises the question that makes for the book's title, though he doesn't answer it except to quote a friend saying: "God knows - I don't." Gee, thanks for the insight, Sam!
There's a fair bit of Twain in Germany, buying a music box and struggling with domestic servants for stretched attempts at comedy. He holds a conversation with the Devil that devolves into talk of German stoves and cigars, ridicules a friend's professed religious sensibilities in light of his enthusiasm for fishing, and tells a sad story about a loyal dog that left me unmoved (and I have a weakness for sad stories about dogs Stephen Crane pinged me on once.) Twain confesses to feeling like a bartender at the gates of Paradise when reading Jane Austen, though that promising start fizzles into a bitty breakdown of which characters of hers he dislikes most.
You feel time and again Twain casting about on paper for a theme, an idea, a hook, and it's painful because the end result is something he never saw fit to publish.
So when you get to "The Undertaker's Tale", what would seem an enjoyable lark delivers instead like a Slurpie in the Sahara. The Oliver Twist-like protagonist finds himself taken in by a loving family of undertakers. Only there's a problem: Death has taken a holiday, and they have a big loan to pay. "Coffins rotting away without sale, a graveyard that's becoming a grazing ground, a gang of convalescents that the lightning couldn't make marketable!" The joke is carried wonderfully all the way to its satisfying O. Henry-ish end.
Two other pieces here approach "Tale" for enjoyability. "Happy Memories Of The Dental Chair" scrapes a rich vein for humor later jabbed by everyone from Bob Hope to "Marathon Man", though it stops abruptly. "The Grand Prix" is Twain in a rare, genuinely appreciative mood, describing a day spent at an outdoor event in Paris that comes off rather well.
An introduction by Twain scholar Robert Hirst makes a strained case for the pieces' importance, noting they represent a kind of tour of Twain's workshop. That's a valid point, if one that also speaks to the limited nature of this book's literary value and appeal.
18 of 24 people found the following review helpful.
Must-Read for Twain Fans
By E. L. Fay
In 1900, Mark Twain wrote an editorial entitled "The Missionary in World Politics," originally intended for publication in the London "Times." Palpable anger smolders beneath the polished veneer of a journalistic conviction intended to persuade the reader over the breakfast table. Now you, complacent Westerner, Twain charges, now you imagine what it would feel like to watch foreigners traverse, uninvited, throughout your homeland, telling your children that your native religion is the sure ticket to eternal damnation, which has doubtlessly been the fate of all your heathen ancestors. And we wonder at the murderous rage this inspires, he continues, and then fail to see that the insult is only compounded when colonial punishment is meted out and a new, overbearing church is built in memorial to the fallen Christian martyr. "[The missionary] has loaded vast China onto the Concert of Christian Birds of Prey; and they were glad, smelling carrion; but they have lit and are astonished, finding the carcase alive. And it may remain alive - Europe cannot tell, yet," Twain concludes, ominously foretelling a dark future should European exploitation of China continue unabated. The editorial is signed with an anonymous X, but it was never published anyway - it turned out that the "massacre of the Ministers" had been a mere rumor. The topic of the piece nevertheless remains pertinent today, while the tone and the imagery further emphasize the anti-imperialist sentiments of an author all too often derided as a racist.
"The Missionary in World Politics" also brings together two main themes - free speech and issues with the American publishing industry - that run throughout HarperStudio's new book "Who is Mark Twain?," a collection of twenty-four previously unpublished essays, sketches, thoughts, and short stories by the famed writer whose real name was Samuel Clemens. Although he never left explicit instructions for dealing with his vast collection of written remains - roughly half a million pages of everything from personal correspondence to bills to manuscripts to miscellaneous notebooks - Twain certainly implied that he would greatly prefer that most of it be published only after his death. "He seems to have been wholly willing to let posterity read them," says editor Robert H. Hirst, "unafraid of the light they might cast on his talent, or the way he wrote. That unusual willingness to let the world see how he worked, including how he failed or simply misfired, had only one precondition - he must not be alive at the time." As indicated by the title, the purpose of this newly-released compendium is to contribute to a greater understanding of an American literary giant: to clarify and illuminate him as both an artist and an individual. But, as an occupant of the grave, Twain is also protected from whatever public outcry and vilification he felt would accompany the publication of his more controversial works. Pure, unadulterated free speech, he felt, is a risky endeavor for the living, but the dead are more easily forgiven.
Each item in the book was handpicked by Hirst, general editor of the Mark Twain Project at the University of California in Berkeley. While some are complete short works, others remain unfinished or unedited ("Conversations with Satan," for example, starts out very promisingly but soon veers off onto a tangent about taste in cigars and then abruptly cuts off). Opening the collection is, appropriately, a farcical essay entitled "Whenever I Am About to Publish a Book." Although Twain never knows exactly what kind of book he is writing until the literary critics tell him, he still wants to know what the general public will think of it, so he lists fourteen distinct "focus groups" (i.e. "Men and women with no sense of humor, "Men and women with a prodigious sense of humor," "A sentimental person") to whom he likes to gives private readings. "I seem to be making a distinction here," he observes, "I seem to be separating the professional reviewer from the human family; I seem to be intimating that he is not a part of the public, but a class by himself." That is not entirely the case, he goes on to explain: the professional reviewer simply represents a tiny sliver of the reading public, the crème de la crème who has the God-given authority to determine if you should be enjoying your new book or not. But whether or not he actually decides to publish the book in the first place depends largely on the opinion of the "Man who always goes to sleep," who must remain awake for at least three-quarters of an hour during the Twain's test run.
"Whenever I Am About to Publish a Book" also establishes Twain's tenuous relationship to the press, particularly the American press. The context of "The Missionary in World Politics," as well as the disparity Twain has noted between the freedom of speech accorded to the living and the dead, both indicate an ongoing resentment of the de facto social restrictions on what can and cannot be published. Two other pieces entitled "The Force of 'Suggestion'" and "Interviewing the Interviewer" also reveal a frustration with the often sensationalist and salacious nature of the "yellow journalism" that prevailed at the time. In the latter work, Twain takes aim at Charles A. Dana of the New York "Sun" and envisions a meeting between the two of them wherein Twain (ironically) plays the role of humble advice-seeker. "My son, unto none but you would I reveal the secret," he imagines Dana telling him, ". . . The first great end and aim of journalism is to make a sensation. Never let your paper go to press without a sensation. If you have none, make one. . . an uncalled-for onslaught upon a neighboring editor who has made you play second fiddle in journalism can take the bread out of his mouth and send him in disgrace from his post, let him have it! Do not mind a little lying, a liberal garbling of his telegrams, a mean prying into his private affairs and a pitiful and treacherous exposure of his private letters. It takes a very small nature to get down to this, but I managed it and you can - and it makes a princely sensation."
Dana's imaginary "advice" also graphically reflects Twain's wariness of attracting public animosity as a living man writing controversial material. And yet, the last piece in the book, "The American Press," appears almost as a note of redemption for the hitherto darkly satirical portrayals of the state of American publishing. Twain is responding to English poet and cultural critic Matthew Arnold's disparagement of American newspapers as lacking in reverence and respect. "Goethe says somewhere that 'the thrill of awe' - that is to say, REVERENCE - 'is the best thing humanity has,'" Arnold is quoted as saying. On the contrary, Twain contends, the European newspapers remain stupidly and thoughtlessly committed to propping up their nations' archaic governments and, to that end, maintain a sonorously serious aspect utterly lacking in any sense of humor. "Professor Mahaffy on Equality" also counters another European mischaracterization of American culture, as Twain responds to Mahaffy's apparent confusion of "physical equality" with the Constitution's proclamation of political equality. For all his difficulties with his country and its institutions, Twain was also more than willing to defend America from its misinformed detrators and proclaim it as the greatest, most free nation on earth.
At the same time, however, Twain's travel memoir "Roughing It" certainly leaves the reader with a profound sense of disillusionment as, one by one, American dreams and myths are acerbically torn down. The overall tone of the works in "Who is Mark Twain?" is likewise one of hard realism and a playfully pessimistic view of human nature, with a witty edge reminiscent (to modern readers) of TV's Dr. Gregory House ("Everybody lies!"). In "The Undertaker's Tale," a family in the graveyard business lists their sick neighbors as business assets and despairs of ever having a "good season," especially after the cholera epidemic misses their town. "Dr. Van Dyke as a Man and as a Fisherman" ironically makes use of the parable (in this case, the noble Christian Van Dyke luring an innocent fish to his hook of death) to illustrate the impossibility of man's ever living up to his own lofty ideals. But not that Twain is blind to his own faults: "Satan would not allow me to take his hat, but put it on the table himself, and begged me not to put myself to any trouble about him, but treat him just as I would an old friend; and added that that was what he was - an old friend of mine, and also one of my most ardent and grateful admirers."
"Conversations with Satan" is emblematic of the entire collection: a small fragment of Twain, raw and unfinished, but still recognizably Twain in its biting satire (of courtly manners and the author himself) and brazen honesty. Despite having been previously unpublished, the selections in "Who is Mark Twain?" are definitely not second-rate when compared to his famous works. Twain's unique voice is heard in multiple genres, from travel accounts to indignant editorials to a wide range of short stories (one of my favorites, the sad and adorable "Telegraph Dog," surprised me with its striking tenderness and the pathos surrounding loyal, tragic little Billy). "Who is Mark Twain?" comes strongly recommended for anyone seeking a greater understanding of an American literary great whose candor makes him a contentious figure even today. It is both a quick, comprehensive introduction to readers unfamiliar with Twain and a great supplement to a full literary diet of Twain. Considering the 500,000+ pages he left behind, I am sure we can expect another book like this one in the future.
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5 of 6 people found the following review helpful.2.5 Stars...Never Printed for a Reason
By Eric Wilson
A long-time Mark Twain fan, I couldn't wait to get my hands on this book. I anticipated flashes of his inimitable humor, wit, and keen eye for the human condition. Thankfully, I saved myself some money and picked up a copy from the library.
"Who is Mark Twain?" gives few answers to that question, instead offering up some unpublished articles and lectures from his estate. There is little here to give us deeper insight to Twain's thoughts or personality, and in fact many of the unfinished stories come to such abrupt endings that I was left dissatisfied on more than one occasion. The promise of such concepts as "Conversations with Satan," lead only to long dissertations on cigars and German stoves, doing little to fulfill my expectations. There are a few nice moments, dealing with postal rates and Congressional idiocy, but overall the episodes lack impact.
If you, too, are a Twain fan, you may feel it necessary to explore these short stories, and you'll certainly find a few of his characteristic moments of candor and insight. Overall, though, I'm inclined to say pass on this one and go back and read one of his published works again. There's a reason most of these took so long to be put into print, and it's hard not to be (in a Twain-like manner) somewhat cynical about the motives behind releasing this thin collection at a hardcover price.
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