No one ever accused Mark Twain of being a shrinking violet. Here is Twain as you've never read him before. Written as content for his autobiography, this is only some of the material the editor left out. After personal and business setbacks, this is an angrier, sometimes bitter, but still very funny Twain. Mark skewers Teddy Roosevelt, former business partners, various literary people, and recalls his meeting with Winston Churchill. He tell the tale of selling a dog that he didn't own to a general that he didn't know. And, relevant to today, he takes on the American plutocracy. For the first time, this long out-of-print volume is available as an affordable, well-formatted book for e-readers and smartphones. Be sure to LOOK INSIDE by clicking the cover above or download a sample.

An indispensable tool for teachers and students of American literature, Reading the American Novel 1865-1914 provides a comprehensive introduction to the American novel in the post-civil war period. Locates American novels and stories within a specific historical and literary context Offers fresh analyses of key selected literary works Addresses a wide audience of academics and non-academics in clear, accessible prose Demonstrates the changing mentality of 19th-century America entering the 20th century Explores the relationship between the intellectual and artistic output of the time and the turbulent socio-political context

Reprint of the original, first published in 1869.

Mark Twain A to Z features more than 1,200 entries which provide detailed character analyses and plot summaries of all of Twain's works, thousands of precise chapter citations and cross-references to related subjects, and biographies of the people whom he knew and events that affected his life. 130+ illustrations.

The Creator sat upon the throne, thinking. Behind him stretched the illimitable continent of heaven, steeped in a glory of light and color; before him rose the black night of Space, like a wall. His mighty bulk towered rugged and mountain-like into the zenith, and His divine head blazed there like a distant sun. At His feet stood three colossal figures, diminished to extinction, almost, by contrast -- archangels -- their heads level with His ankle-bone. When the Creator had finished thinking, He said, "I have thought. Behold!" He lifted His hand, and from it burst a fountain-spray of fire, a million stupendous suns, which clove the blackness and soared, away and away and away, diminishing in magnitude and intensity as they pierced the far frontiers of Space, until at last they were but as diamond nailheads sparkling under the domed vast roof of the universe. At the end of an hour the Grand Council was dismissed. They left the Presence impressed and thoughtful, and retired to a private place, where they might talk with freedom. None of the three seemed to want to begin, though all wanted somebody to do it.