Have a listen to this not-so-positive review of Mark Twain's much anticipated century-in-the-waiting autobiography.
Garrison Keillor says that the autobiography, which has just been released, as promised, one hundred years after Twain's death, reveals mere "flashes" of the Mark Twain most of us know and love. He wrote the autobiography at the end of his life, and apparently his dulled senses show. How sad! I couldn't help but resent Garrison Keillor just a little when he characterizes this work as more senile than funny, especially because I usually feel the same way about Praire Home Companion. Ha. So there.