Hartford, Nov. 23/75.
My Dear Howells:1
Herewith is the proof. In spite of myself, how awkwardly I do jumble words together; & how often I do use three words where one would answer—a thing I am always trying to guard against. I shall become as slovenly a writer as Charles Francis Adams if I don’t look out. {That is said in jest; because of course I do not seriously fear getting so bad as that. I never shall drop so far toward his & Bret Harte’s level as to catch myself saying “It ought ‸must‸ have been wiser to have believed that he could [ ‸might‸ ]have accomplished it if he could have felt that he would have been supported by those who should have &c., &c., [&c.,”}] 2 The reference to Bret Harte reminds me that I often accuse him of being a deliberate imitator of d Dickens; & this in turn reminds me that I have charged unconscious plagiarisms upon Charley Warner; & this in turn reminds me that I have been delighting my sould for two weeks over a bran new & [ beau ]ingenious way of beginning a novel—& behold, all at once it flashes upon me that Charley Warner originated the idea 3 years ago & told me about it! Aha! So much for self-righteousness! I am well [repaid]. Here are 108 pages of MS, new & clean, lying disgraced in the waste paper basket, & I am beginning the novel over again in an un-stolen way.3 I would not wonder if I am the worst literary thief in the world, without knowing it.
It is glorious news that you like Tom Sawyer so well. I mean to see to it that your review of it shall have plenty of time to appear before the other notices. Mrs. Clemens decides with you that it the book should issue as a book for boys, pure & simple—& so do it I. It is surely the correct idea. As to that last chapter, I think of just leaving it off & adding nothing in its place. Something told me that the book was done when I got to that point—& so the strong [temptation ]to put Huck’s life at the widow’s into detail instead of generalizing it in a paragraph, was resisted.4 Just send Sawyer to me by Express—I enclose money for it. If it should get lost it will be no great matter.5
Company interfered last night, & so “Private Theatricals” goes over till this evening, to be read aloud.6 Mrs. Clemens is mad, but the story will take that all out. This is going to be a splendid winter night for fireside reading, anyway.
I am almost at a dead stand-still with my new story, on account of the misery of having to do it all over again.
We-all send love to you-all.
Yrs Ever
Mark.
Explanatory Notes | Textual Commentary
Olivia’s letter to Elinor Howells is not known to survive. The manuscript Howells promised to send was
his review of Sketches, New and Old. Clemens had prompted him in his letter of 4 November.
Source text(s):
Previous publication:
L6, 594–97; MTL, 1:266–68; MTHL, 1:112–13.
Provenance:see Howells Letters in Description of Provenance.
Emendations and textual notes:
‸might‸ • ‸ mi might‸ [corrected miswriting]
&c.,”} • [sic]
beau • beau- |
repaid • re-|paid
temptation • [second ‘t’ not crossed]