When I first read Huck Finn in high school, I thought it was just some old river story with strange spelling. I didn’t really get it. Years later, I picked it up again and realized Twain was much sharper than I gave him credit for. He was funny, sure, but there was this quiet kind of anger underneath. Now with books like James reframing his work, it feels like great writing never settles. It keeps changing and keeps asking new questions in different voices. I get the feeling Twain would have had a field day with the internet. Or at least found a clever way to make fun of all of us.
I feel like Twain was a sort of Banksy of his day... except that in regard to personal fame, he was more akin to Andy Warhol.
But his writings are incessantly, subtly, pointedly critical and yet playfully mocking of society's sins. Its real sins - not casinos and The Devil Rum - but slavery, celebrating greed, ignoring the small and the impoverished.
All the while pretending to be "just a humorist"/"just a spraypaint vandal".
"Some stories land like a meteor. Others land like a seed"
Jacob Geller, on Metal Gear Rising: Revengeance