According to Enquirer writer Cliff Radel, you won’t find much mention of the Queen City in Vol. 1 of The Autobiography of Mark Twain, the Complete and Authoritative Edition. Fair enough. The man didn’t stick around long enough to let the pork and steamboat manufacturing ash settle on his as-yet-to-whiten mustache. However, the fact that the writer we have come to know as Mark Twain gained his famous pseudonym in flight from this city speaks reams. Nothing like a stint in a printers’ office to make the profession of riverboat pilot sound appealing. Radel packs his piece with all sorts of Twain vis a vis the ‘Nati and age of steam factoids. If you’re more interested in the dirt, check out this Telegraph article that exhibits the British fascination with the salacious details.
Or, if you’re completely bored by the subject–and who would blame you–you can pay passing homage to his restless shade by watching the Mark Twain Prize going to Tina Fey on PBS.com and paying particular attention to Alec Baldwin’s stirring rendition of our great American bard at about minute 42.