NavDharmyug

A charmed life of a charming personality. The book is written in an, should I say, extraordinarily lucid and eclectic style, moving to and fro between different life stages of the genius author's life.  I picked this book wish a sense of trepidation, Mark Twain (November 30th 1839-21st of April, 1910), or Samuel Clemens' stature being some sort of nobleman of highest order in the world of authors, a high royalty in the royal court of literature. Notwithstanding his excellent repute as world's leading humorist, I found it hard to pick the book and run through it without a sense of awe and an inexplicable fear of not being able to raise my intelligence to a level required to comprehend and appreciate the humor of the great writer, and thereby exposed to my own blatant stupidity. But I did pick the book up, scared and bewitched.  The Autobiography of Mark Twain , the illuminating words of the master, splendid enough to brighten the darkest of the nights, supplement...

Last week, barely a week after my Office trip to Thailand, I was again put on a flight to Chennai. Dutifully carrying my Kindle, this time I had firmed up in my mind to do some reading on the three hour long flight. I did what I had resolved to immersed in lovely Autobiography of Mark Twain. I must confess, I had never hitherto read Twain, some scared of his dry, serious kind of image which comes out in his pictures. But I was surely in for a pleasant surprise, as I floated in the amazing world of one of the most witty and picturesque, if I may use the term for the great verbal imagery created by the great author, memoir I have ever read. This post is not a book review, however, ( that sure will come, in week or so, once the book is finished); not prompted by the great literature of the great author. This post rather celebrates Twain as a father, a man whose immense love for his daughter flows through the greatness of thought which forms this book. For a great portion of the first pa...