Local Mark Twain Statue. Olympia, WA. ©MTHough |
As a child, I vividly remember wall mounted shelves
containing hard bound volumes of 'the classics'.
My parents insisted on collecting them. As times change, books tend to be
redacted or abridged to reflect the evolving social attitudes. They wanted my
brothers and me to have access to the originals 'as they were meant to be read’.
After musing for several days, I can’t honestly remember the names of any of
the volumes and find it harder still to recall reading them.
Everyone remembers reading Shakespeare and a few others in
high school, an empire of Cliff’s and Sparks Notes depend on it. What other
classics did we read? As an undergraduate, I pursued a ‘well-rounded liberal
arts education’ because connections often lie in desperate ideas. I recall
reading Fitzgerald, Steinbeck and Kerouac. It was only when I returned to the
authors as an adult that I understood or enjoyed them. Mark Twain, I am sad to
report, has not been thumbed other than his fantastic wit and pointed quotes.
Born Samuel Longhorn Clements, Mark Twain arrived (1835) and
departed (1910) with Halley’s Comet and was himself almost a tall tale spun for
his readers. Keenly observed and sharp witted, his stories and novels
transformed the literature landscape through the use of American vernacular and
humor. I often snicker at Twain quotes! He was pitch perfect in his observations.
Although owning The Innocence Abroad, The
Adventures of Tom Sawyer, and Adventures
of Huckleberry Finn; my connection with Twain really is his quotes, an
off-beat Claymation film from 1985 – The Adventures of Mark Twain, and a local statue celebrating his lecture tour stop here in
1895. This week, that changed. I dusted off the story collection which launched
Twain onto the national scene - The Celebrated Jumping Frog of Calaveras County and Other Sketches (1867).
Although tough to find the vernacular groove, it is 2018 rather than 1865 after
all, I immensely enjoyed these tall tales after Ken Burns’ documentary provided
the context for their creation.
Even if you only have a few minutes, I suspect you’ll
chuckle. Full text available.
As I return to Cline’s Ready Player One…
What makes a book a classic? What classics have you loved?
What classics do you wish you’d read?
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