Mark Twain being one of my favourite authors (and persons) I very much enjoyed the wealth of information given by Albert Bigelow Paine and only skipped a few chapters on copyright and politics. Paine is a very good writer (he was a member of the Pulitzer Prize Committee) and this biography (3 volumes of 2 parts each, a total of approx. 1.500 pages !!) is clear and well constructed, the chapters are relatively short and the topics vary often enough so that the reader’s interest doesn’t flag.
But … maybe a biographer should not be too emotionally involved with his subject. Like William Dean Howells in “My Mark Twain”, Paine is almost too uncritical. He adored and idolized Mark Twain to the point of gushing. He writes that : “For me, of course, nothing can ever be like it again in this world. One is not likely to associate twice with a being from another star”, “Mark Twain had been born under a flaming star, a wanderer of the skies. He was himself, to me, always a comet rushing through space, from mystery to mystery, regardless of sun and systems” and “It was my wish only to serve him; it was a privilege and an honour to give him happiness”.
Other sources imply that Twain’s relationship with his two younger daughters, especially with Clara, was a lot less harmonious than we are led to believe and there seems to have been a very dark chapter at the end of the author’s life concerning his secretary Isabel Lyon in which Mark Twain appears in a very unfavourable light.
The blurb on Laura Skandera Trombley’s book “Mark Twain’s other Woman” says: “For decades, biographers deliberately omitted her (Isabel Lyon) from the official Twain story. Her potentially destructive power was so great that Twain’s handpicked hagiographer, Albert Bigelow Paine, allowed only one timorous reference to her in his massive three-volume work, Mark Twain: A Biography (1912).”
I don't particularly feel like reading Trombley’s book (it sounds sensationalist) but one day I’d like to read a more balanced and impartial Mark Twain biography; one that doesn’t portray him as “a being from another star” whose dark side must be swept under the carpet and whose skeletons must remain in the cupboard but as a human being, definitely extraordinary, but flawed like the rest of us.