My brother just sent me this fascinating link. Mark Twain’s autobiography is to be released. Apparently, he worked on it in the last ten years of his life, but stipulated in his will that it was not to be published until a century after his death. Twain died in 1910, sio here we are, with this remarkable voice from the past. The first question I find myself asking is, how did twain know that he’d still be remembered after all this time? More intriguing, though, are questions about what this book can teach us about life a century ago. Its as if the words are still freshly written, as very few people will have seen them; words from another age – one before the horrors of the twentieth century. I can’t wait until the first volume comes out.