@edgarblythe,
Quote:Yer still smarting over his Jane Austin comments. Look up the publication of Jane Austin. Twain was not the only writer disdainful of her book when it was introduced.
He would be ed after she picked apart in great detail the marrying money system. It does involve, as you might imagine, in the direction here being discussed, that coarse and cynical cliche about them all being the same with a bag over their heads.
The idea that I would "smart" over what a carpet-bagger like Twain said about Jane Austen is very fanciful. It must have been quite amusing to have read what he said in view of the fact that Jane's detailed and elaborate exposure of the nature of the female psyche, after it having being taught to read and write to a passable degree, would not coincide with his attitude towards it, which I politely alluded to above, and which he was scribbling away to pass on to his eager young readers so that, like him, they would be confused as to how to deal with the ladies. Which, obviously, leads them to ignominious defeat at the tender little hands which, as everybody knows rocks the cradles. Twain couldn't afford to allow himself to entertain any such notions, not for long at least, and indulged a fancy that the female psyche had changed with its transplanting to the USA from what it was in Jane's England and was now "under control".
An idea a rocking-horse would laugh at.
I dare say Jane herself might have guffawed and muttered under her breath "lambs to the slaughter".
Jane challenged his authenticity and his nerve. And, while she was sympathetic to the woman who married for money she was contemptuous of men who did. She had her one and only love snatched from her grasp by the ambition of his family which claimed it was her ambitions they were intent on thwarting.
There is a literary and artistic abyss here. Didn't Mailer break her neck and spend the rest of the book bounding free in an up-to-date version of that fine and long-standing tradition of second-rate fiction with all that jazz about riding off into the sunset. In the good stuff the hero is a goner. As with Jesus.
And I don't need any "writers" to tell me what is worth spending my time reading. I can tell with any page. Often just a paragraph. People have no idea how many great books have been stolen from them by a bunch of jumped up city critics of the limp wrist variety which always has on public appearances to be wearing something new and unlike anything that was ever worn before.