One of the small pleasures enjoyed by bibliophiles who own their own libraries is the prerogrative of scribbling down one’s reactions in the margins of the books one’s bought.
And when the scribbler and the library owner happens to be Mark Twain….
When Twain moved to Connecticut and discovered the town had no public library, he immediately alerted his rich pal Andrew Carnegie, chipped in some money of his own for Carnegie’s building fund, then donated much of his private library to stock the town’s new library.
An article in today’s New York Times brings to light some of what Twain scribbled into some of those books. As was his won’t Twain pulls few punches with authors (including friends) who fell short of his high literary standards. Take a look.