Reviews for Little Men

The average rating for Little Men based on 2 reviews is 3 stars.

Review # 1 was written on 2011-07-18 00:00:00 Laura Pisciotta Mark Twain's semi-autobiographical work about the American west in the 1860's. I know that most every student in most every American Lit 301 class is instructed that Melville's Moby-Dick; or, The Whale is the great American novel, but Twain's works must be high on the list of great American literature. This was like Forrest Gump a hundred years early. Twain meets Brigham Young, works as a silver miner, explores the Nevada territory, visits San Francisco during the earthquake, and then goes off to the Sandwich Islands (Hawaii). Twain also tried out the local "surf bathing" - he went surfing. Finally, in the last pages, he meets a drunken man on the streets of San Francisco named Mr. Sawyer. A fun read.

Review # 2 was written on 2015-07-22 00:00:00 Cody Danskin Yes, take it all around, there is quite a good deal of information in the book. I regret this very much; but really it could not be helped . . . Tag along on some travels with Twain as he heads way out west, commenting nonstop on all the new flora and fauna he sees along the way. Chuckle as he beholds the exotic wholesomeness of Mormons: Salt Lake City was healthy - an extremely healthy city. They declared there was only one physician in the place and he was arrested every week regularly and held to answer for having "no visible means of support." Twain was not a big fan of California, bemoaning the lack of changing seasons. I have to agree with him on the last part, and I love this quote: I think that to one in sympathy with nature, each season, in turn, seems the loveliest. And though I got a kick out of Twain and his brother gleefully planning the dream houses they would build after striking it rich, there was just TOO MUCH DAMNED MINING in this book. I did enjoy his visit to the Hawaiian islands, as did he, apparently: At noon I observed a bevy of nude native young ladies bathing in the sea, and went and sat down on their clothes to keep them from being stolen. Twain, you old horndog, you! It had been a fine pleasure trip; we had fed fat on wonders every day . . . Indeed! Note to self - read more Twain.