What a day!

From the moment I heard about it until Friday I was looking forward to begin reading the new complete, authoritative autobiography of Mark Twain. By the time Univ of California and its editors finish this mammoth project, left in tatters by Twain himself and then bungled up in one way or another by well-meaning editors after Twain died, the official autobiography will be three big volumes.

What’s your favorite Twain-ism or book?

Well, Twain’s such fun for me — and three big volumes by the time they’re done — I can look forward to dipping into this series for a long, long time. Here’s the link: Autobiography of Mark Twain, Vol. 1.

During more than three decades Twain made various attempts at an autobiography, and this brings all that material into one big hunk of a book. Previous editors arranged the entries as they saw fit and edited out some of the stuff so we’ve been waiting for a long, long time for this complete edition.

Forgive me if every now and then I don’t get a post up; I may well be laughing my head off reading this autobiography.

Twain was a ham-bone entertainer; a world class storyteller and a witty writer. He talks about everything and has opinions on everything, even when he has no idea what he’s talking about.