The Adventures Of Huckleberry Finn: (penguin Classics Deluxe Edition) by Mark TwainThe Adventures Of Huckleberry Finn: (penguin Classics Deluxe Edition) by Mark Twain

The Adventures Of Huckleberry Finn: (penguin Classics Deluxe Edition)

byMark TwainIntroduction byJohn SeelyeNotes byGuy Cardwell

Paperback | October 27, 2009

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Mark Twain's tale of a boy's picaresque journey down the Mississippi on a raft conveyed the voice and experience of the American frontier as no other work had done before. When Huck escapes from his drunken father and the 'sivilizing' Widow Douglas with the runaway slave Jim, he embarks on a series of adventures that draw him to feuding families and the trickery of the unscrupulous 'Duke' and 'Dauphin'. Beneath the exploits, however, are more serious undercurrents - of slavery, adult control and, above all, of Huck's struggle between his instinctive goodness and the corrupt values of society, which threaten his deep and enduring friendship with Jim.

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Mark Twain is the pseudonym of Samuel Langhorne Clemens (1835 - 1910). He was born and brought up in the American state of Missouri and, because of his father's death, he left school to earn his living when he was only twelve. He was a great adventurer and travelled round America as a printer; prospected for gold and set off for South ...
Title:The Adventures Of Huckleberry Finn: (penguin Classics Deluxe Edition)Format:PaperbackDimensions:368 pages, 8.4 × 5.6 × 0.9 inPublished:October 27, 2009Publisher:Penguin Publishing GroupLanguage:English

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ISBN - 10:0143105949

ISBN - 13:9780143105947

Appropriate for ages: 18 - 18


Rated 3 out of 5 by from Could be better I thought this book was a difficult read, and quite boring at times. Could have been better written. #plumreview
Date published: 2018-01-09
Rated 1 out of 5 by from I didn't like the quality of this book. This book is published very poorly. The pages had not been even cut properly. It's a shame to sell books like that. When we order on line, we cannot see the quality of the books. It's very sad that dishonest publishers take advantage of people. Such respected company like Chapters should never sell books that even Third World countries would be ashamed to sell. I am shocked that it's possible in Canada to cheat on customers and sell books in such terrible conditions. I am truly disappointed! My 10 year old son questioned me where I could even find a book so poorly published. I don't recommend it to anybody!!!
Date published: 2017-12-17
Rated 4 out of 5 by from A Mark Twain Original The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn is a picaresque novel written by Mark Twain and published in 1884 as a sequel to his previous book, The Adventures of Tom Sawyer. It’s narrated through Twain’s fictional protagonist Huckleberry Finn (Huck), as he embarks on many adventures that challenge his morality and force him to make decisions regardless of society’s standards. Set during the era prior to the American Civil War, Huck meets different people throughout his travels as he runs away from home from Connecticut to eventually finish the journey in New York, all the which he continues to grow in his moral understanding and he begins to realize the benefits of living civilized, as opposed to the rags and childish games he would play with his friend’s day after day. Growing up as a child, Huck spent all his time with his friends playing games with sticks and dressed in rags, it wasn’t until he was asked to become ‘civilized’ that his morality began to show. He would grumble before prayer at every meal, become upset when not allowed to smoke, make fun of places such as heaven and hell, and resent being taught spelling lessons though he does learn to spell after all. These character traits show that Huck doesn’t really care about having morality because he doesn’t find joy in the benefits of being moral, such as going to heaven and staying out of hell, so he uses these thoughts to amuse him, more than anything. It’s not until he meets the character Jim that he really begins to question the basis of his moral decisions. Because of the time the book is set in, issues such as racism and slavery were still very much relevant and a problem throughout the book while being portrayed through a character named Jim. Jim unites with Huck throughout his travels as a runaway slave, and causes Huck to make his own ethical choices to hide his rogue friend from recapture or to giving him up to the authorities. One key element that connects these two characters is that Jim acts as a model figure that Huck can follow, one that educates him on what is right and criticizes him on what is wrong. Before this relationship Huck has no other figure such as this in his life, which is another factor in explaining his moral attitude before this. Since the book is narrated by Huck himself, we see the world through his lens and can understand why he makes the decisions that he does, which is one of the biggest strengths that this book has to offer. The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn is full of many strengths and certain weaknesses that influence the book into what it is for us today. The plot structure itself could have developed more over number of chapters that there are, but it still fits the type of writing Twain was aiming for by narrating it through Huck himself. Much of the book is filled with Huck’s own thoughts, as it focuses on Huck’s moral progression just as much, if not more, than the physical progression that occurs within it as well. It addresses key problems of that time in a way that no other book has done however, Twain understanding that writing it through the mind of a child it simplifies many of the worldly problems and puts them into a perspective that eventually makes them easier to solve. I enjoyed reading through The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn as it helped portray a picture of what it looked like to live back in that time, and what big issues they were concerned with in that period. Though the ethical situations of that time are much different than the ones today, this read has helped me become more firm in my own moral decision making and I’m sure that it will do the same for the next reader.
Date published: 2017-12-01
Rated 2 out of 5 by from Dull This novel was slow at times, and the last 40 pages got on my nerves. Beautiful cover though!
Date published: 2017-08-25
Rated 5 out of 5 by from A true classic A classic read for all ages.
Date published: 2017-08-24

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CHAPTER 1DISCOVER MOSES AND THE BULRUSHERSYou don't know about me without you have read a book by the name of The Adventures of Tom Sawyer; but that ain't no matter. That book was made by Mr. Mark Twain, and he told the truth, mainly. There was things which he stretched, but mainly he told the truth. That is nothing. I never seen anybody but lied one time or another, without it was Aunt Polly, or the widow, or maybe Mary. Aunt Polly--Tom's Aunt Polly, she is--and Mary, and the Widow Douglas is all told about in that book, which is mostly a true book, with some stretchers, as I said before.Now the way that the book winds up is this: Tom and me found the money that the robbers hid in the cave, and it made us rich. We got six thousand dollars apiece--all gold. It was an awful sight of money when it was piled up. Well, Judge Thatcher he took it and put it out at interest, and it fetched us a dollar a day apiece all the year round--more than a body could tell what to do with. The Widow Douglas she took me for her son, and allowed she would sivilize me; but it was rough living in the house all the time, considering how dismal regular and decent the widow was in all her ways; and so when I couldn't stand it no longer I lit out. I got into my old rags and my sugar-hogshead again, and was free and satisfied. But Tom Sawyer he hunted me up and said he was going to start a band of robbers, and I might join if I would go back to the widow and be respectable. So I went back.The widow she cried over me, and called me a poor lost lamb, and she called me a lot of other names, too, but she never meant no harm by it. She put me in them new clothes again, and I couldn't do nothing but sweat and sweat, and feel all cramped up. Well, then, the old thing commenced again. The widow rung a bell for supper, and you had to come to time. When you got to the table you couldn't go right to eating, but you had to wait for the widow to tuck down her head and grumble a little over the victuals, though there warn't really anything the matter with them--that is, nothing only everything was cooked by itself. In a barrel of odds and ends it is different; things get mixed up, and the juice kind of swaps around, and the things go better.After supper she got out her book and learned me about Moses and the Bulrushers, and I was in a sweat to find out all about him; but by and by she let it out that Moses had been dead a considerable long time; so then I didn't care no more about him, because I don't take no stock in dead people.Pretty soon I wanted to smoke, and asked the widow to let me. But she wouldn't. She said it was a mean practice and wasn't clean, and I must try to not do it any more. That is just the way with some people. They get down on a thing when they don't know nothing about it. Here she was a-bothering about Moses, which was no kin to her, and no use to anybody, being gone, you see, yet finding a power of fault with me for doing a thing that had some good in it. And she took snuff, too; of course that was all right, because she done it herself.Her sister, Miss Watson, a tolerable slim old maid, with goggles on, had just come to live with her, and took a set at me now with a spelling-book. She worked me middling hard for about an hour, and then the widow made her ease up. I couldn't stood it much longer. Then for an hour it was deadly dull, and I was fidgety. Miss Watson would say, "Don't put your feet up there, Huckleberry"; and "Don't scrunch up like that, Huckleberry--set up straight"; and pretty soon she would say, "Don't gap and stretch like that, Huckleberry--why don't you try to behave?" Then she told me all about the bad place, and I said I wished I was there. She got mad then, but I didn't mean no harm. All I wanted was to go somewheres; all I wanted was a change, I warn't particular. She said it was wicked to say what I said; said she wouldn't say it for the whole world; she was going to live so as to go to the good place. Well, I couldn't see no advantage in going where she was going, so I made up my mind I wouldn't try for it. But I never said so, because it would only make trouble, and wouldn't do no good.Now she had got a start, and she went on and told me all about the good place. She said all a body would have to do there was to go around all day long with a harp and sing, forever and ever. So I didn't think much of it. But I never said so. I asked her if she reckoned Tom Sawyer would go there, and she said not by a considerable sight. I was glad about that, because I wanted him and me to be together.Miss Watson she kept pecking at me, and it got tiresome and lonesome. By and by they fetched the niggers in and had prayers, and then everybody was off to bed. I went up to my room with a piece of candle, and put it on the table. Then I set down in a chair by the window and tried to think of something cheerful, but it warn't no use. I felt so lone-some I most wished I was dead. The stars were shining, and the leaves rustled in the woods ever so mournful; and I heard an owl, away off, who-whooing about somebody that was dead, and a whippowill and a dog crying about somebody that was going to die; and the wind was trying to whisper something to me, and I couldn't make out what it was, and so it made the cold shivers run over me. Then away out in the woods I heard that kind of a sound that a ghost makes when it wants to tell about something that's on its mind and can't make itself understood, and so can't rest easy in its grave, and has to go about that way every night grieving. I got so downhearted and scared I did wish I had some company. Pretty soon a spider went crawling up my shoulder, and I flipped it off and it lit in the candle; and before I could budge it was all shriveled up. I didn't need anybody to tell me that that was an awful bad sign and would fetch me some bad luck, so I was scared and most shook the clothes off of me. I got up and turned around in my tracks three times and crossed my breast every time; and then I tied up a little lock of my hair with a thread to keep witches away. But I hadn't no confidence. You do that when you've lost a horseshoe that you've found, instead of nailing it up over the door, but I hadn't ever heard anybody say it was any way to keep off bad luck when you'd killed a spider.I set down again, a-shaking all over, and got out my pipe for a smoke; for the house was all as still as death now, and so the widow wouldn't know. Well, after a long time I heard the clock away off in the town go boom--boom--boom--twelve licks; and all still again--stiller than ever. Pretty soon I heard a twig snap down in the dark amongst the trees--something was a-stirring. I set still and listened. Directly I could just barely hear a "me-yow! me-yow!" down there. That was good! Says I, "me-yow! me-yow!" as soft as I could, and then I put out the light and scrambled out of the window on to the shed. Then I slipped down to the ground and crawled in among the trees, and, sure enough, there was Tom Sawyer waiting for me.CHAPTER 2OUR GANG'S DARK OATHWe went tiptoeing along a path amongst the trees back toward the end of the widow's garden, stooping down so as the branches wouldn't scrape our heads. When we was passing by the kitchen I fell over a root and made a noise. We scrouched down and laid still. Miss Watson's big nigger, named Jim, was setting in the kitchen door; we could see him pretty clear, because there was a light behind him. He got up and stretched his neck out about a minute, listening. Then he says:"Who dah?"He listened some more; then he came tiptoeing down and stood right between us; we could 'a' touched him, nearly. Well, likely it was minutes and minutes that there warn't a sound, and we all there so close together. There was a place on my ankle that got to itching, but I dasn't scratch it; and then my ear begun to itch; and next my back, right between my shoulders. Seemed like I'd die if I couldn't scratch. Well, I've noticed that thing plenty times since. If you are with the quality, or at a funeral, or trying to go to sleep when you ain't sleepy--if you are anywheres where it won't do for you to scratch, why you will itch all over in upward of a thousand places. Pretty soon Jim says:"Say, who is you? Whar is you? Dog my cats ef I didn' hear sumf'n. Well, I know what I's gwyne to do: I's gwyne to set down here and listen tell I hears it ag'in."So he set down on the ground betwixt me and Tom. He leaned his back up against a tree, and stretched his legs out till one of them most touched one of mine. My nose begun to itch. It itched till the tears come into my eyes. But I dasn't scratch. Then it begun to itch on the inside. Next I got to itching underneath. I didn't know how I was going to set still. This miserableness went on as much as six or seven minutes; but it seemed a sight longer than that. I was itching in eleven different places now. I reckoned I couldn't stand it more'n a minute longer, but I set my teeth hard and got ready to try. Just then Jim begun to breathe heavy; next he begun to snore--and then I was pretty soon comfortable again.Tom he made a sign to me--kind of a little noise with his mouth--and we went creeping away on our hands and knees. When we was ten foot off Tom whispered to me, and wanted to tie Jim to the tree for fun. But I said no; he might wake and make a disturbance, and then they'd find out I warn't in. Then Tom said he hadn't got candles enough, and he would slip in the kitchen and get some more. I didn't want him to try. I said Jim might wake up and come. But Tom wanted to resk it; so we slid in there and got three candles, and Tom laid five cents on the table for pay. Then we got out, and I was in a sweat to get away; but nothing would do Tom but he must crawl to where Jim was, on his hands and knees, and play something on him. I waited, and it seemed a good while, everything was so still and lonesome.As soon as Tom was back we cut along the path, around the garden fence, and by and by fetched up on the steep top of the hill the other side of the house. Tom said he slipped Jim's hat off of his head and hung it on a limb right over him, and Jim stirred a little, but he didn't wake. Afterward Jim said the witches bewitched him and put him in a trance, and rode him all over the state, and then set him under the trees again, and hung his hat on a limb to show who done it. And next time Jim told it he said they rode him down to New Orleans; and, after that, every time he told it he spread it more and more, till by and by he said they rode him all over the world, and tired him most to death, and his back was all over saddle-boils. Jim was monstrous proud about it, and he got so he wouldn't hardly notice the other niggers. Niggers would come miles to hear Jim tell about it, and he was more looked up to than any nigger in that country. Strange niggers would stand with their mouths open and look him all over, same as if he was a wonder. Niggers is always talking about witches in the dark by the kitchen fire; but whenever one was talking and letting on to know all about such things, Jim would happen in and say, "Hm! What you know 'bout witches?" and that nigger was corked up and had to take a back seat. Jim always kept that five-center piece round his neck with a string, and said it was a charm the devil give to him with his own hands, and told him he could cure anybody with it and fetch witches whenever he wanted to just by saying something to it; but he never told what it was he said to it. Niggers would come from all around there and give Jim anything they had, just for a sight of that five-center piece; but they wouldn't touch it, because the devil had had his hands on it. Jim was most ruined for a servant, because he got stuck up on account of having seen the devil and been rode by witches.Well, when Tom and me got to the edge of the hilltop we looked away down into the village and could see three or four lights twinkling, where there was sick folks, maybe; and the stars over us was sparkling ever so fine; and down by the village was the river, a whole mile broad, and awful still and grand. We went down the hill and found Joe Harper and Ben Rogers, and two or three more of the boys, hid in the old tanyard. So we unhitched a skiff and pulled down the river two mile and a half, to the big scar on the hillside, and went ashore.

Bookclub Guide

INTRODUCTIONArguably Mark Twain's most famous novel—indeed, one of the greatest works of American literature—The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn brings together two people from the lower rungs of society, an ill-educated boy escaping an abusive father and a kind, strong man escaping slavery, and puts them on a raft going down the Mississippi River. The raft gives us the quintessential image of Huck Finn, but in fact much of the novel takes place on land, where the protagonists repeatedly find themselves having to escape from one bind or another. What began for Mark Twain as a sequel to his novel of American boyhood, The Adventures of Tom Sawyer, became over the years of its composition a much more complex work. Set in the late 1840s, Huck Finn is a post-Civil War realist novel that reads like a picaresque romantic adventure with colorful gothic trimmings and—despite the author's "Notice" at the front of the book—a strong moral core. At its heart is the complicated, evolving relationship between Huck and Jim, a white boy and a black man, both of whom yearn for freedom from society's strictures. By the time the novel appeared, slavery was in the past, but racism was not. It is impossible to know how his first readers understood his portrayals of his characters and especially of Huck's dawning conscience, but readers today continue to ponder and debate Mark Twain's "motive" and "moral."ABOUT MARK TWAINMark Twain was born Samuel Langhorne Clemens in Florida, Missouri, in 1835, and died at Redding, Connecticut in 1910. In his person and in his pursuits he was a man of extraordinary contrasts. Although he left school at twelve when his father died, he was eventually awarded honorary degrees from Yale University, the University of Missouri, and Oxford University. His career encompassed such varied occupations as printer, Mississippi riverboat pilot, journalist, travel writer, and publisher. He made fortunes from his writing but toward the end of his life he had to resort to lecture tours to pay his debts. He was hot-tempered, profane, and sentimental—and also pessimistic, cynical, and tortured by self-doubt. His nostalgia helped produce some of his best books. He lives in American letters as a great artist, the writer whom William Dean Howells called "the Lincoln of our literature."DISCUSSION QUESTIONSIn his introduction, John Seelye notes that the premise of The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn is highly unrealistic (p. xiii). Is it? If so, how might that affect one's reading of the novel? Does it matter?Can Huck—who chafes at being "sivilized" and indeed questions any rule or orthodoxy from church to good manners—be said to have a belief system? How do his beliefs, and his understanding of them, evolve over the course of his adventures?Tom accuses Huck of being "ignorant," and Huck clearly feels his own "wickedness" and lack of education, especially compared to his friend, who is "well brung up." What does Huck have that Tom does not?Why does the practical-minded Huck admire Tom's way of doing things? How is Tom's influence felt even when he is not present? Why does Huck see through the duke and the king immediately but still trust Tom? What might he have learned from his time with the two "frauds" about jokes and tricks?When Huck and Tom plot to help Jim escape from the Phelpses, they have not only different ideas of how to bring about the release but also different motives. How are they different and what do they tell us about each boy?How can we characterize the relationship between Huck and Jim? Does Huck ever view Jim as an equal, and vice versa?Why does Jim not tell Huck about his father? Is this comparable to Tom's withholding the information that Jim has been freed?What is the point of the "Notice" at the beginning of the book? Is it a challenge to the reader? Despite its warning, can we say that the novel indeed has a "plot," a "motive," and a "moral"?

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"All modern American literature comes from one book by Mark Twain called Huckleberry Finn. It's the best book we've had." --Ernest Hemingway