How can you rate this classic any less than five stars? This was my return to Mark Twain after a childhood acquaintance, and I found it as engrossing and enjoyable as before. One has never quite forgotten Tom’s escapades, especially turning the tables on his Aunt, who set him to whitewash the fence as a punishment, and making it a profitable venture, where he relaxes in the shade and watches his friends vie for a chance to join in the whitewashing game. ‘Lessons on a change in attitude, which can turn disaster into wild success’.
The harum scarum boy is a born leader and steers his followers into the most amazing escapades, camping on a river island to play pirates, attending their own funeral service, getting lost deep within a labyrinth, yet emerging safe and sound barring a few cuts and scrapes. His mischievous exterior hides a tender heart and an eye for pretty young ladies. But, when put to the test, his principles always override his fears. The strong hold that superstition had on the simple village folk, including Tom and Huck Finn, his vagrant pal, who is the protagonist of the next adventure, is woven carefully into the tale and lays the background for a time when, despite a rudimentary education and strong religious beliefs, superstition held its sway.
Some pearls of wisdom, which I missed as a child, but relish as an adult, I quote here: “Injun Joe was believed to have killed five citizens of the village, but what of that? If he had been Satan himself there would have been plenty of weaklings ready to scribble their names to a pardon petition, and drip a tear on it from their permanently impaired and leaky waterworks.” Hats off to Mark Twain!
I still have The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn to finish, but couldn’t resist putting up half the review of this two in one volume.
Part 2: The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn
I’ve finally finished the last few pages, and here’s my review as promised. Huck’s adventures take off from the time when the two scamps run into riches, and Huck’s no good father reappears to take his share. Despite Huck’s attempts at giving away the money to escape the unwanted attentions of his parent, he is captured and held prisoner. How he escapes, I leave for you to read. Well, quite soon, Huck is free once more and unexpectedly runs across his old friend, the black slave Jim, who is on the run from his owner and seeks to reach the Free states, where slavery has been abolished. He dreams of gaining his freedom and getting back his beloved wife and two children, who have been sold to different masters. There is no overt moralizing or preaching in Twain’s writing, except in an ironic fashion, but the reality of slavery, families broken up and resold on the whims and fancies of the owners, and yet the complete faith in the superior knowledge and capacity of the white man, and the criminality of the black one to resist or try to escape, which merits punishment by hanging, hits the reader with the force of a blow. Can this be the United States of America, the land of freedom? I’m reminded of Uncle Tom’s Cabin, which I must go back to now, in the light of my sensitivities as an adult reader.
Where Huck’s adventures differ from those of Tom is the author’s treatment of the story. While Tom ‘s story is all about Tom and his madcap adventures set against life in rural Mississippi, Huck’s long ride downriver on a raft, accompanied by Jim, is all about life in small towns along the river, the shysters who travel around deceiving the simple village folk, and doing them out of their hard earned money, the deeply entrenched family feuds, where one family takes potshots at members of the other, gleefully toting up the score, despite losing more of their own, notwithstanding the fact that the cause of the original feud is long forgotten, the simple, good-hearted country folk, who welcome all strangers to their homes and hearts, and swallow all the tall tales spun by little scamps like Huck, the gullible and easily aroused rabble, ready to lynch a victim at the drop of a hat, and many more. Huck now emerges from the shadow of Tom Sawyer, as a character in his own right, as quick-witted as Tom in inventing stories to account for his presence, when challenged, (though he himself, continues to idolize Tom), and as kind- hearted and brave as his friend and mentor, as he sets about ferrying Jim to freedom.
There are again several hilarious dialogues, like the one below (edited, a bit to cut down the length):
“Why Huck, doan’ the French people talk the same way we does?”
“No, Jim; you couldn’t understand a word they said — not a single word.”
“Well, now, I be ding-busted! How do dat come?”
“I don’t know, but it’s so. I got some of their jabber out of a book. S’pose a man was to come to you and say Pollywoo franzy — what would you think?”
“I wouldn’t think nuffn; I’d take en bust him over de head — dat is if he warn’t white. I wouldn’t ‘low no nigger to call me dat.”
“Shucks, it ain’t calling you anything. It’s only saying, do you know how to talk French?’
“Well den why couldn’t he say it?”
‘Why he is a-saying it. That’s a Frenchman’s way of saying it.”
“Well it’s a blame ridicklous way, en I doan’ want to hear no mo’ ‘bout it. Dey ain’ no sense in it.”
By and by, Tom works his way back into the tale, and the madcap adventures restart. Tom just cannot do things in an ordinary fashion, but is only satisfied when he overcomes the most daunting problems (usually self-created), faces danger, and just manages to save his skin, though not quite intact. Anymore would spoil the tale, so do re-read this childhood favourite in the light of adult appreciation.