Missing Mark Twain

For months at bedtime, I’ve been pecking away at the Ron Powers biography of Mark Twain.  Read it in bits and pieces and in between other books over half a year, so I got used to seeing Twain’s face on the bedstand and tagging along with him paragraph by paragraph.  I thought the book was terrific.  So terrific that when I hit the last page, and Twain was gone, I actually felt bereft.

(In a weird postmodern webby twist, when I set up the link above, I found myself quoted in the “From the Blogs” tab toward the bottom of the page.)