Here’s how this trip began: Mark Twain and I—he with narrowed blue-green eyes, exploding shock of red hair and white flannel suit, I with black, smoke-lens sunglasses, black helmet and black leather jacket—decided to go, as … Read more
Mark Twain, please meet the Internet. Mark Twain, Internet; Internet, Mark Twain. I wonder a lot about what our lost literary greats would do if ever confronted by this fine web of technology. The people who … Read more
Even the locals here never quite get used to feeling like amphibians, their skin slick with oil and sweat, goaded on by the sultry climate like a dare. I’m in India. A place I’ve always associated … Read more
“Are you an American?” Mark Twain once wrote in his notebook: “No, I am not an American, I am the American.” Twain was willing to compare Americans—however arrogant or ignorant—to smug, cultured Europeans and to declare Americans … Read more
