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The doorstop has arrived.


The Autobiography of Mark Twain, Volume 1 arrived this week, courtesy of my mother-in-law Carroll. Really looking forward to reading it, though I already know it will take quite a while. There's no way I'm lugging this beast on the train, nor reading it cover to cover. I'll probably read it in 50-page chunks over the next few years, hopefully finishing (and enjoying) it just in time for Volume 2.

January 9, 2011 in Books | Permalink


I understand there is a copy waiting for me, just needing a suitable occasion for gifting.

(P.S. Don't you have any dust in your house?)

Posted by: Paul at Jan 9, 2011 12:54:37 PM

I heard a piece on NPR about this when it was first published. Since Twain's approach was to skip around as he saw fit (and leave out or abandon mid-explanation things that didn't interest him), I think readers are free to do the same. Enjoy!

Posted by: beth at Jan 10, 2011 9:22:18 AM