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Title:
A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court
Author:
Twain, Mark, 1835-1910.
Personal Author:
Edition:
First Tor edition.
Publication Information:
New York : Tor, 1991.
Physical Description:
xv, 333 pages ; 18 cm.
Series:
General Note:
Complete and unabridged.

"A Tom Doherty Associates book."
Language:
English
Program Information:
Accelerated Reader AR UG 9.2 21.0 527.
ISBN:
9780812504361

9780785750482
Format :
Book

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Summary

Tor Classics are affordably-priced editions designed to attract the young reader. Original dynamic cover art enthusiastically represents the excitement of each story. Appropriate "reader friendly" type sizes have been chosen for each title--offering clear, accurate, and readable text. All editions are complete and unabridged, and feature Introductions and Afterwords.

This edition of A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court includes an Introduction, Biographical Note, and Afterword by R. L. Fisher.

It was one heck of a punch. Knocked me clear from New England to Olde England, from Connecticut--to Camelot. Suddenly, there I was--with King Arthur, Launcelot, Morgan le Fay, and that faker, Merlin. I was trapped in the sixth century, surrounded by jousts and chivalry and idiots in armor bashing other idiots in armor!

But I'm resourceful; I looked for opportunities. And King Arthur's court needed a few improvements. Like soap. Toothpaste. Baseball. Electricity, factories, newspapers, telephones, trains, bicycles...free elections. in short, these folks need a double dose of good ole American know-how.

They needed a Boss. They needed--Me.


Author Notes

Mark Twain was born Samuel L. Clemens in Florida, Missouri on November 30, 1835. He worked as a printer, and then became a steamboat pilot. He traveled throughout the West, writing humorous sketches for newspapers. In 1865, he wrote the short story, The Celebrated Jumping Frog of Calaveras County, which was very well received. He then began a career as a humorous travel writer and lecturer, publishing The Innocents Abroad in 1869, Roughing It in 1872, and, Gilded Age in 1873, which was co-authored with Charles Dudley Warner. His best-known works are The Adventures of Tom Sawyer, Mississippi Writing: Life on the Mississippi, and The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn. He died of a heart attack on April 21, 1910.

(Bowker Author Biography)


Reviews 3

Booklist Review

Gr. 6-9. Handsome volumes, these books will entice new readers and charm old friends as well. Both feature arresting dust jackets: Hyman presents a craggy Connecticut Yankee gazing directly at the reader while scenes of Camelot decorate the background. Moser captures readers' attention with a partially silhouetted ship moving through a marsh. Both offerings give evidence that care has been taken with design. The pages are thick and creamy, and the Verne book has an 1829 world map on the endpapers. Hyman, using a style that harks back to illuminated manuscripts, offers intricate (sometimes repeated) pen-and-ink drawings in the margins at the beginning of each chapter; these are supplemented by eight full-color plates, many of which capture bits of the story's whimsy. Moser's 16 dramatic full-color pictures are primarily portraits, similar to the work he did in the recent B'rer Rabbit books, Jump! and Jump Again! Often haunting, occasionally quirky, these paintings of individuals make a nice counterpoint to the scope of the story. -- Ilene Cooper


Publisher's Weekly Review

When Hank Morgan is transported from 19th-century Hartford, Conn., to sixth-century England, his misadventures begin as he navigates a host of dangers en route to becoming "The Boss" of Camelot. William Dufris's enthusiastic narration is perfect; the deep drawl he produces might very well be the voice of Twain himself, and his pacing and comedic timing will delight listeners. Dufris is clearly enjoying himself, and he produces a series of unique voices for the knights and damsels Morgan meets in Camelot. (June) (c) Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved.


School Library Journal Review

Gr 5 Up-While Mark Twain is most often identified with his childhood home on the Mississippi, he wrote many of his enduring classics during the years he lived in Hartford, Connecticut. He had come a long way from Hannibal when he focused his irreverent humor on medieval tales, and wrote A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court. The hit on the head that sent protagonist Hank Morgan back through 13 centuries did not affect his natural resourcefulness. Using his knowledge of an upcoming eclipse, Hank escapes a death sentence, and secures an important position at court. Gradually, he introduces 19th century technology so the clever Morgan soon has an easy life. That does not stop him from making disparaging, tongue-in-cheek remarks about the inequalities and imperfections of life in Camelot. Twain weaves many of the well-known Arthurian characters into his story, and he includes a pitched battle between Morgan's men and the nobility. Kenneth Jay's narration is a mix of good-natured bonhomie for Hank and more formal diction for the arcane Olde English speakers. Appropriate music is used throughout to indicate story breaks and add authenticity to scenes. This good quality recording is enhanced by useful liner notes and an attractive case. Younger listeners may need explanations of less familiar words, and some knowledge of the Knights of the Round Table will be helpful. Libraries completing an audiobook collection of Twain titles will enjoy this nice, but not necessary, abridgement.-Barbara Wysocki, Cora J. Belden Library, Rocky Hill, CT (c) Copyright 2010. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.


Excerpts

Excerpts

I CAMELOT "Camelot--Camelot," said I to myself. "I don't seem to remember hearing of it before. Name of the asylum, likely." It was a soft, reposeful summer landscape, as lovely as a dream, and as lonesome as Sunday. The air was full of the smell of flowers, and the buzzing of insects, and the twittering of birds, and there were no people, no wagons, there was no stir of life, nothing going on. The road was mainly a winding path with hoofprints in it, and now and then a faint trace of wheels on either side in the grass--wheels that apparently had a tire as broad as one's hand. Presently a fair slip of a girl, about ten years old, with a cataract of golden hair streaming down over her shoulders, came along. Around her head she wore a hoop of flame-red poppies. It was as sweet an outfit as ever I saw, what there was of it. She walked indolently along, with a mind at rest, its peace reflected in her innocent face. The circus man paid no attention to her, didn't even seem to see her. And she--she was no more startled at his fantastic makeup than if she was used to his like every day of her life. She was going by as indifferently as she might have gone by a couple of cows; but when she happened to notice me, then there was a change! Up went her hands, and she was turned to stone; her mouth dropped open, her eyes stared wide and timorously, she was the picture of astonished curiosity touched with fear. And there she stood gazing, in a sort of stupefied fascination, till we turned a comer of the wood and were lost to her view. That she should be startled at me instead of at the other man, was too many for me; I couldn't make head or tail of it. And that she should seem to consider me a spectacle, and totally overlook her own merits in that respect, was another puzzling thing, and a display of magnanimity, too, that was surprising in one so young. There was food for thought here. I moved along as one in a dream. As we approached the town, signs of life began to appear. At intervals we passed a wretched cabin, with a thatched roof, and about it small fields and garden patches in an indifferent state of cultivation. There were people, too; brawny men, with long, coarse, uncombed hair that hung down over their faces and made them look like animals. They and the women, as a rule, wore a coarse tow-linen robe that came well below the knee, and a rude sort of sandals, and many wore an iron collar. The small boys and girls were always naked; but nobody seemed to know it. All of these people stared at me, talked about me, ran into the huts and fetched out their families to gape at me; but nobody ever noticed that other fellow, except to make him humble salutation and get no response for their pains. In the town were some substantial windowless houses of stone scattered among a wilderness of thatched cabins; the streets were mere crooked alleys, and unpaved; troops of dogs and nude children played in the sun and made life and noise; hogs roamed and rooted contentedly about, and one of them lay in a reeking wallow in the middle of the main thoroughfare and suckled her family. Presently there was a distant blare of military music; it came nearer, still nearer, and soon a noble cavalcade wound into view, glorious with plumed helmets and flashing mail and flaunting banners and rich doublets and horsecloths and gilded spearheads; and through the muck and swine, and naked brats, and joyous dogs, and shabby huts it took its gallant way, and in its wake we followed. Followed through one winding alley and then another--and climbing, always climbing--till at last we gained the breezy height where the huge castle stood. There was an exchange of bugle blasts; then a parley from the walls, where men-at-arms, in hauberk and morion marched back and forth with halberd at shoulder under flapping banners with the rude figure of a dragon displayed upon them; and then the great gates were flung open, the drawbridge was lowered, and the head of the cavalcade swept forward under the frowning arches; and we, following, soon found ourselves in a great paved court, with towers and turrets stretching up into the blue air on all the four sides; and all about us the dismount was going on, and much greeting and ceremony, and running to-and-fro, and a gay display of moving and intermingling colors, and an altogether pleasant stir and noise and confusion. All new material in this edition is copyright (c) 1991 by Tom Doherty Associates, LLC. Excerpted from A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court by Mark Twain All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.

Table of Contents

Illustrationsp. xi
Forewordp. xv
Prefacep. xxi
A Word of Explanationp. 1
1. Camelotp. 10
2. King Arthur's Courtp. 14
3. Knights of the Table Roundp. 22
4. Sir Dinadan the Humoristp. 30
5. An Inspirationp. 36
6. The Eclipsep. 44
7. Merlin's Towerp. 52
8. The Bossp. 62
9. The Tournamentp. 72
10. Beginnings of Civilizationp. 80
11. The Yankee in Search of Adventuresp. 88
12. Slow Torturep. 98
13. Freemen!p. 106
14. "Defend Thee, Lord!"p. 118
15. Sandy's Talep. 126
16. Morgan le Fayp. 138
17. A Royal Banquetp. 148
18. In the Queen's Dungeonsp. 160
19. Knight-Errantry as a Tradep. 174
20. The Ogre's Castlep. 180
21. The Pilgrimsp. 190
22. The Holy Fountainp. 204
23. Restoration of the Fountainp. 216
24. A Rival Magicianp. 226
25. A Competitive Examinationp. 238
26. The First Newspaperp. 252
27. The Yankee and the King Travel Incognitop. 264
28. Drilling the Kingp. 274
29. The Small-Pox Hutp. 282
30. The Tragedy of the Manor Housep. 290
31. Marcop. 302
32. Dowley's Humiliationp. 312
33. Sixth-Century Political Economyp. 322
34. The Yankee and the King Sold as Slavesp. 336
35. A Pitiful Incidentp. 350
36. An Encounter in the Darkp. 360
37. An Awful Predicamentp. 366
38. Sir Launcelot and Knights to the Rescuep. 376
39. The Yankee's Fight with the Knightsp. 382
40. Three Years Laterp. 396
41. The Interdictp. 406
42. War!p. 412
43. The Battle of the Sand-Beltp. 426
44. A Postscript by Clarencep. 442
Referencesp. 451
Explanatory Notesp. 455
Note on the Textp. 477

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