From WILLIAM EDELEN
The Contrary Minister
Ernest Hemingway paid tribute to Mark Twain in these words: “All modern American literature comes from one book by Mark Twain, called Huckleberry Finn.” T. S. Eliot called it “one of the permanent symbolic figures of fiction.” Willliam Dean Howells has called Mark Twain “The Abraham Lincoln of American literature.”
The word brilliant may be overused, but surely in the case of Mark Twain it applies. He seems forever contemporary. His linguistic needles are as sharp, his observations on the human race as precise, and his sarcasm and humor as glittering today as they were when he originally placed pen to paper.
I guess that everybody has read Huckleberry Finn, but I find few who have read Twain’s Letters From the Earth, a book that is filled with his observations on something that we call “religion.” That book made my summer a few years back.
For several glorious and wondrous weeks I lived in a teepee high on an alpine meadow in the mountains of Montana.