This book contains the complete texts of all known correspondence between Samuel L. Clemens (Mark Twain) and Joseph Hopkins Twichell. Theirs was a rich exchange. The long, deep friendship of Clemens and Twichell a Congregationalist minister of Hartford, Connecticut rarely fails to surprise, given the general reputation Twain has of being antireligious. Beyond this, an examination of the growth, development, and shared interests characterizing that friendship makes it evident that as in most things about him, Mark Twain defies such easy categorization or judgment.

From the moment of their first encounter in 1868, a rapport was established. When Twain went to dinner at the Twichell home, he wrote to his future wife that he had got up to go at 9.30 PM, & never sat down again but [Twichell] said he was bound to have his talk out & I was willing & so I only left at 11. This conversation continued, in various forms, for forty-two years in both men’s houses, on Hartford streets, on Bermuda roads, and on Alpine trails.

The dialogue between these two men one an inimitable American literary figure, the other a man of deep perception who himself possessed both narrative skill and wit has been much discussed by Twain biographers. But it has never been presented in this way before: as a record of their surviving correspondence; of the various turns of their decades-long exchanges; of what Twichell described in his journals as the long full feast of talk with his friend, whom he would always call Mark.