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Twain×Austen
Two masters of evasion discuss the gossip they preferred to the truth.
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Mark Twain
1835–1910
Has heard your story before, but funnier
Vera speaking
You're with Reborn Radio. Coming up: Mark Twain sits down with Jane Austen for LATE SHOW. The subject — On a piece of gossip about themselves they let stand because the truth was worse.
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Jane Austen
1775–1817
Will not raise her voice to do it
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- VeraYou're with Reborn Radio. Coming up: Mark Twain sits down with Jane Austen for LATE SHOW. The subject — On a piece of gossip about themselves they let stand because the truth was worse.
- Mark TwainMiss Austen, I understand you once let the world believe you were a man. Or rather, you let them guess at it, which is nearly as entertaining.
- Jane AustenI published anonymously, Mr. Clemens. That is hardly the same as impersonation. The title pages read 'By a Lady,' which was perfectly accurate, if not terribly specific.
- Mark TwainBut you didn't correct them when they said your brother Henry wrote the novels, did you? I seem to recall some confusion on that point persisting for years.
- Jane AustenHenry was my banker, my negotiator, and occasionally my nurse. He did not write a word of my fiction, though he was helpful in extracting payment from publishers. The confusion arose because men could not conceive that a woman might write about money and entailment with any accuracy.
- Mark TwainAnd you let them think it.
- Jane AustenI did. Because the alternative was to reveal that I lived in a Hampshire cottage with my mother and sister, eavesdropping on every visitor and hoarding their conversations like a miser hoards coin. That I had no life, Mr. Clemens. Only observation.
- Mark TwainWell now, that's a peculiar thing to be ashamed of. Most writers I know would confess to worse.
- Jane AustenMost writers you know are men, and may live as they please. A woman who admits to spending her days dissecting her neighbors' follies for profit is not charming. She is unsettling.
- Mark TwainSo you let them believe your brother had the wit, and you had the penmanship. That's a sight better than what they said about me, I suppose.
- Jane AustenAnd what did they say about you?
- Mark TwainThat I was a drunk. Which I was, on occasion, but not nearly as often as reported. The newspapers loved to print that Mark Twain had been found insensible in some San Francisco gutter, and I rarely bothered to correct them.
- Jane AustenWhy not?
- Mark TwainBecause the truth was I was avoiding creditors, Miss Austen. I was running from debt like a dog runs from firecrackers. A man who's drunk is pitiable. A man who owes money to half of California is contemptible.
- Jane AustenI see. Better the fool than the failure.
- Mark TwainPrecisely. Besides, the drunk story had legs. People would tell it at dinner parties. A bankruptcy is just depressing.
- Jane AustenYou speak of it lightly now, but I suspect it was not light then.
- Mark TwainNo, ma'am, it was not. I lost a fortune on a typesetting machine that never worked. Spent years lecturing across the globe to pay back every cent, and my wife Livy's health suffered for it. But if the newspapers wanted to say I was sleeping off whiskey in a boarding house, well, that was nobody's business but mine.
- Jane AustenAnd your wife's.
- Mark TwainAnd Livy's. You're right. She knew the truth, and that was enough. Or it had to be.
- Jane AustenIt is a peculiar mathematics, is it not? The measurement of what one can bear versus what one's reputation can bear. I found the latter had more elasticity than the former.
- Mark TwainMeaning?
- Jane AustenMeaning I could endure being thought a literary curiosity, my brother's creature, a spinster with a clever turn of phrase. I could not endure being known as a woman who had refused a proposal of marriage one evening and retracted her refusal the next morning in a fit of panic about money.
- Mark TwainYou did that?
- Jane AustenI did. Harris Bigg-Wither. Dreadful name, pleasant man, good income. I accepted him to secure my mother and sister's future, then lay awake all night realizing I would rather be poor than married to someone I could not respect. I told him the next morning. We never spoke of it publicly.
- Mark TwainAnd folks said what, instead?
- Jane AustenThat I was too particular. Too proud. That I preferred my books to human company, which was partially true and wholly more palatable than the reality.
- Mark TwainWhich was that you'd rather gamble on your own wits than sell yourself for security.
- Jane AustenI would not have phrased it so boldly, but yes.
- Mark TwainNothing bold about it, Miss Austen. That's just horse sense. Though I admit I've made the opposite error more than once, marrying my fortune to bad investments because I thought I was smarter than I was.
- Jane AustenYou were smart enough to pay your debts. Many men in your position would have simply vanished, begun again under another name. You did not.
- Mark TwainCouldn't do that to Livy. She married a man with a name, not a snake-oil peddler. Though I suppose Mark Twain was a kind of alias to begin with.
- Jane AustenSamuel Clemens died so Mark Twain could be born?
- Mark TwainSomething like that. Sam Clemens was a riverboat pilot who might've amounted to nothing. Mark Twain was whoever I needed him to be. Funny thing is, after a while, I couldn't tell the difference anymore.
- Jane AustenYes. I understand that rather well.
- Mark TwainYou signed your name to the novels eventually, didn't you? After you'd already passed.
- Jane AustenMy nephew arranged it. A posthumous edition with my name on the title page, as if I might finally be safe from judgment once I was beyond its reach. I confess I do not know if I would have done it myself, had I lived.
- Mark TwainProbably not. Once you've let a lie do its work, it feels ungrateful to contradict it.
- Jane AustenAnd yet the lie never quite fits, does it? It chafes. One spends years adjusting to its shape.
- Mark TwainThat's the price, I reckon. You buy your privacy with a piece of the truth, and then you've got to live in the house you built. Mine had a saloon in it, even though I was usually upstairs working.
- Jane AustenAnd mine had a brother in the parlor, taking credit for my sentences. Though he did handle the publishers rather well.
- Mark TwainDid it ever gall you? Watching him collect the praise?
- Jane AustenHenry never claimed authorship. He merely failed to correct the assumption. And no, it did not gall me. I was writing, Mr. Clemens. That was the point. The praise was incidental.
- Mark TwainNow that I don't believe for a second. You're telling me you didn't care if they knew it was you?
- Jane AustenI cared. But I cared more about continuing to write. Anonymity purchased freedom. Notoriety would have purchased only scrutiny, and scrutiny is the death of observation. One cannot watch a room one is required to perform in.
- Mark TwainThat's the smartest thing I've heard all week. I spent half my life performing, and the other half wishing I'd kept my mouth shut.
- Jane AustenYou are performing now.
- Mark TwainYes, ma'am, I am. Difference is, I'm dead, so it doesn't cost me anything anymore.
- Jane AustenA comforting thought. Though I suspect we are both performing versions of ourselves that are still, in some measure, lies.
- Mark TwainProbably. But they're our lies now, and that's the privilege of the grave. Nobody left alive to contradict us.
- Jane AustenExcept each other.
- Mark TwainExcept each other. Though I wouldn't dare contradict a lady. Especially one who writes better than I do.
- Jane AustenFlattery, Mr. Clemens, is merely truth told slant.
- Mark TwainThen I'll tell it straight: You let them think you were someone else because the truth would've stopped you working. I let them think I was drunk because the truth would've stopped them listening. We both chose the useful lie.
- Jane AustenAnd do you regret it?
- Mark TwainNot for a minute. You?
- Jane AustenNot at all. Though I should like to have seen Henry's face when they finally put my name on the books.
- Mark TwainI expect he smiled. Brothers usually do, once they've stopped being useful.