Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Mark Twian's House



USA Today 4/20/2010
100 years after his death, Mark Twain's work still wields power
By Bob Minzesheimer, USA TODAY

HARTFORD, Conn. — Long before he became a best-selling novelist, Wally Lamb visited Mark Twain's 25-room Gothic Revival mansion here.
Lamb, now 59, was a high school sophomore on a field trip from nearby Norwich. He recalls some of his classmates "were engaged by Twain's home and some were not. I suspect I was the only one who felt the author's presence that day, particularly up in the third-floor billiards room, where he wrote."

A century after his death at 74 on April 21, 1910, in Redding, Conn., Twain continues to attract the kind of attention most living writers can only dream about.

The Mark Twain House & Museum in Hartford, which like Twain himself has a boom-and-bust history, crowns him "America's favorite writer."

Museum director Jeffrey Nichols says that's based on "all the interest we see," including 60,000 visitors a year and the fact that his books, not just TheAdventures of Huckleberry Finn and The Adventures of Tom Sawyer, but lesser-known works such as What is Man?, remain in print.

"It's a pretty house," Nichols says of the restored, three-story brick structure with ornate woodwork and Tiffany stenciling and glasswork. "But it's the iconic writer who draws people."

At the gift shop in the visitors' center next door, the most popular items aren't jars of wild huckleberry syrup or T-shirts for kids with Twain's subversive quote "Be good and you will be lonesome," but books, new and old, by and about Twain.

His own story is as memorable as those he imagined. Born poor in Missouri in 1835, Samuel Clemens worked as a printer, steamboat captain and prospector before reinventing himself as Mark Twain, lecturer, international travel writer, essayist, novelist, humorist and political commentator.

By current standards, he's no longer a best seller. Since USA TODAY's Best-Selling Books list began in 1993, Twain's masterpiece, Huckleberry Finn, has never been higher than No. 262.

Lamb, author of two Oprah Book Club picks (She's Come Undone and I Know This Much Is True), says, "If Twain were a contestant on the literary equivalent of American Idol, I can't guarantee that he wouldn't be voted off by the public before the big finale." But "he remains America's most influential writer."

Huck Finn's young narrator, "outside of the mainstream, whose dialect tells you where he's from, and who's trying to find his way in a world full of liars and hypocrites," is a prototype for J.D. Salinger's The Catcher in the Rye and Harper Lee's To Kill a Mockingbird, Lamb says. "Twain certainly has influenced my work. Dolores Price in She's Come Undone is a descendant of Huck."

He remains hugely popular

Twain still is widely read, not just in the USA, but globally, says Shelley Fisher Fishkin, a Stanford professor and author or editor of 33 books on Twain.

"Hundreds of editions of his writings are in print, and new ones are appearing all the time — indeed, new editions of his works are coming out this year in French, German, Japanese and Portuguese."

He's "America's most iconic writer," says Jerome Loving, a Texas A&M professor and author of Mark Twain: The Adventures of Samuel L. Clemens, the latest of more than 20 major biographies.

Twain liked illustrations in his books, but Loving says, "the most memorable icon was the man himself, coifed as he was with that shaggy hair and perennial cigar. He smoked 300 of them a month."

Huck Finn stars a boy willing to "go to hell" for the fugitive slave Jim, "thinking his act of conscience was a criminal act," Loving says. "He applied humor to serious subjects such as slavery, revealing not only its hypocrisy but the absurdity of churchgoing folks to rationalize it."

Huck's frequent use of the n-word — 214 times by one count — has prompted parents and educators to question its use in classrooms and libraries. The American Library Association reports that Huckleberry Finn was the 14th most challenged book in the past decade.

The book's defenders include prominent black writers such as Toni Morrison, who has written that "the cyclical attempts to remove the novel from classrooms extend Jim's captivity on into each generation of readers."

Twain moved to Hartford in 1871 to be near his publisher, and lived here for most of the next 25 years, during which he wrote Huck Finn, Tom Sawyer and A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court.

Using money his wife inherited, he built a mansion across the lawn from the more modest home of Harriet Beecher Stowe, author of Uncle Tom's Cabin. (It too is a museum.)

Twain's home reflects "the multifaceted complexity of the man and writer," Fishkin says, noting how he had his dining room fireplace built with a divided flue and a window that let him, as she puts it, "bask in the warmth of a raging fire while watching snowflakes fall above it." That image resonates for her: "Underneath the cool, comic surface of work he wrote while he lived there are some pretty searing and fiery criticisms of his society."

It was the family's home until 1896. Twain, his wife and two of his three daughters were in Europe when his eldest daughter, Susy, contracted meningitis and died at home. She was 24. Twain never lived in the house again.

After he sold it in 1903, it became a school, then apartments. It was almost torn down — a local newspaper editor dismissed Twain as a malcontent who merely made fun of everyone — before a group of women saved it in the 1920s. To meet expenses, they leased the first floor to the public library. Restoration began in 1955.

Museum recovers from hard times

In 2003, the addition of a $19 million visitors' center led to a financial crisis for the museum. "Looking back," says Nichols, the director, "it was a bit too big and costly."

Writers, among others, have helped put the museum's budget back in the black, a reminder of Twain's misadventures as a businessman.

On exhibit in the museum is a Paige typesetting machine that Twain invested in heavily. It had 18,000 movable parts; many didn't work. In 1901, after emerging from bankruptcy, Twain advised, "To succeed in business, avoid my example."

On Wednesday, as a fundraiser, the museum will stage a 19th-century séance, which Nichols says will be performed by an illusionist who will "debunk séances and show what trickery was used."

Nichols thinks that would appeal to Twain, "who loved debunking things and had a skeptical interest in spiritualism. But we also know that after his daughter Susy died, he and his wife went to séances. We don't know what happened."

The other two places that employ Twain as a tourist attraction — Elmira, N.Y., his wife's hometown, and Hannibal, Mo., where Twain grew up — also are staging events. Saturday, Elmira will re-enact Twain's burial at Woodlawn Cemetery.

Lamb, who set scenes in Twain's house in his latest novel, The Hour I First Believed, plans his own memorial by "lighting up a cigar, cussing a little and getting a belly laugh or two out of the posturing of our gasbag politicians and commentators. Good Lord, wouldn't Twain have loved the cable news channels?"

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

NPR's Three-Minute Fiction Contest


Don't know much about this. A big thank you to my friend Jim Ehlert for forwarding this link to me.

CLICK HERE.

From "Not That I Care," winner of round one:
There goes our neighbor, Jim, running into the street again.

Hope he didn't get hurt, running into the street.

Friday, April 9, 2010

Heteronyms



Function: noun
Date: circa 1889
: one of two or more homographs (as a bass voice and bass, a fish) that differ in pronunciation and meaning

Also:
sow
lead
project
permit
primer

Thursday, April 8, 2010

Analogies & Metaphores — High School Essays



A great big thank you to John Lamberth who forwarded these to me.

Analogies and Metaphors Found in High School Essays

A large portion of these, if not all of them, are the results of the Style Invitational contest from week 310 (http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-srv/style/invitational/invit990314.htm). This is a humor contest, which asked participants to come up with the bad analogies

Her face was a perfect oval, like a circle that had its two other sides gently compressed by a Thigh Master. - Sue Lin Chong, Washington

His thoughts tumbled in his head, making and breaking alliances like underpants in a dryer without Cling Free. -Chuck Smith, Woodbridge

He spoke with the wisdom that can only come from experience, like a guy who went blind because he looked at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it and now goes around the country speaking at high schools about the dangers of looking at a solar eclipse without one of those boxes with a pinhole in it. -Joseph Romm, Washington

She caught your eye like one of those pointy hook latches that used to dangle from screen doors and would fly up whenever you banged the door open again. -Rich Murphy, Fairfax Station

The little boat gently drifted across the pond exactly the way a bowling ball wouldn't. -Russell Beland, Springfield

McMurphy fell 12 stories, hitting the pavement like a Hefty bag filled with vegetable soup. -Paul Sabourin, Silver Spring

From the attic came an unearthly howl. The whole scene had an eerie, surreal quality, like when you're on vacation in another city and "Jeopardy" comes on at 7:00 p.m. instead of 7:30. -Roy Ashley, Washington

Her hair glistened in the rain like nose hair after a sneeze. Chuck Smith,Woodbridge

Her eyes were like two brown circles with big black dots in the center. -Russell Beland, Springfield

Her vocabulary was as bad as, like, whatever. -Unknown

He was as tall as a six-foot-three-inch tree. -Jack Bross, Chevy Chase

The hailstones leaped from the pavement, just like maggots when you fry them in hot grease. -Gary F. Hevel, Silver Spring

Long separated by cruel fate, the star-crossed lovers raced across the grassy field toward each other like two freight trains, one having left Cleveland at 6:36 p.m. traveling at 55 mph, the other from Topeka at 4:19 p.m. at a speed of 35 mph. -Jennifer Hart, Arlington

The politician was gone but unnoticed, like the period after the Dr. on a Dr Pepper can. -Wayne Goode, Madison,AL

John and Mary had never met. They were like two hummingbirds who had also never met. -Russell Beland, Springfield

The thunder was ominous sounding, much like the sound of a thin sheet of metal being shaken backstage during the storm scene in a play.-Barbara Fetherolf, Alexandria

The red brick wall was the color of a brick-red Crayola crayon.-Unknown

He fell for her like his heart was a mob informant and she was the East River. -Brian Broadus, Charlottesville

Even in his last years, Grandpappy had a mind like a steel trap, only one that had been left out so long it had rusted shut. -Sandra Hull, Arlington

The door had been forced, as forced as the dialogue during the interview portion of "Jeopardy!" -Jean Sorensen, Herndon

Shots rang out, as shots are wont to do. -Jerry Pannullo, Kensington

The plan was simple, like my brother-in-law Phil. But unlike Phil, this plan just might work. -Malcolm Fleschner, Arlington

The young fighter had a hungry look, the kind you get from not eating for a while. -Malcolm Fleschner, Arlington

He was as lame as a duck. Not the metaphorical lame duck either, but a real duck that was actually lame. Maybe from stepping on a land mine or something. -John Kammer, Herndon

Her artistic sense was exquisitely refined, like someone who can tell butter from I Can't Believe It's Not Butter. -Barbara Collier, Garrett Park

She had a deep, throaty, genuine laugh, like that sound a dog makes just before it throws up. -Susan Reese, Arlington

It came down the stairs looking very much like something no one had ever seen before. -Marian Carlsson, Lexington

The knife was as sharp as the tone used by Rep. Sheila Jackson Lee (D-Tex.) in her first several points of parliamentary procedure made to Rep. Henry Hyde (R-Ill.) in the House Judiciary Committee hearings on the impeachment of President William Jefferson Clinton. -J. F. Knowles, Springfield

The ballerina rose gracefully en pointe and extended one slender leg behind her, like a dog at a fire hydrant. -Jennifer Hart, Arlington

The revelation that his marriage of 30 years had disintegrated because of his wife's infidelity came as a rude shock, like a surcharge at a formerly surcharge-free ATM. -Paul J. Kocak, Syracuse

The dandelion swayed in the gentle breeze like an oscillating electric fan set on medium. -Unknown

He was deeply in love. When she spoke, he thought he heard bells, as if she were a garbage truck backing up. -Susan Reese, Arlington

Her eyes were like limpid pools, only they had forgotten to put in any pH cleanser. -Chuck Smith, Woodbridge

She grew on him like she was a colony of E. coli and he was room-temperature Canadian beef. -Brian Broadus, Charlottesville

She walked into my office like a centipede with 98 missing legs. -Jonathan Paul, Garrett Park

Her voice had that tense, grating quality, like a first-generation thermal paper fax machine that needed a band tightened. -Sue Lin Chong, Washington

It hurt the way your tongue hurts after you accidentally staple it to the wall. -Brian Broadus, Charlottesville

Tuesday, April 6, 2010

Faulkner House, New Orleans


New Orleans. One of my favorite cities.
The Faulkner House, located at 624 Pirate's Alley in New Orleans, Louisiana, has been declared a national literary landmark since its renovation by owners Joseph J. DeSalvo, Jr. and Rosemary James, Co-founders with W. Kenneth Holditch of The Pirate's Alley Faulkner Society, Inc.
William Faulkner arrived in New Orleans as an unsung poet, and by the time he left for France a year later, he was well on his way to becoming America's most famous novelist. He had written and published his first novel, Soldiers' Pay, within a year of arriving, and had gained inspiration for Mosquitoes, The Wild Palms, and Pylon. To support himself, he wrote a series of poetic sketches about New Orleans, which would later be compiled into a collection, New Orleans Sketches.

Faulkner House Books
Today, Faulkner's ground floor room is occupied by Faulkner House Books, owned and operated by attorney Joseph J. DeSalvo. The bookshop is a sanctuary for fine literature and rare editions, including works of and about Mr. Faulkner.
The shop is located in the French Quarter, just off of Jackson Square, behind the Cabildo and opposite St. Louis Cathedral's rear garden.

William Faulkner won The Nobel Prize in Literature in 1949.

The Cat Files


Dead cat bounce - sharp rise in a stock price after a steep decline. Often the bounce is the result of short-sellers covering their positions at a profit.
"Barron's Dictionary of Finance and Investment Terms

The Autobiography of John Henry Angel


Walking down the narrow, cobblestoned streets beneath the fire escapes of turn-of-the-century tenements, you’ll come upon Mulberry Street, the heart of Little Italy in Lower Manhattan.