Percival Everett

You're right. He is not inclined to use the same kinds of terms of endearment that Jim uses in Huck Finn. But it's also because my Jim, he's not simple. The Jim that's represented in Huck Finn is simple, and that's the part that Twain wasn't capable of writing. For Twain, a slave was a simple person. And by simple, I don't mean uncomplicated. I mean not terribly smart.

When this black man who has been living as best friends and neighbors and coworkers with white America is stolen away from his home and spirited down to a plantation in the South, he's thrown into a situation with slaves. And he can understand what they say. And that can't happen. He does not speak their language.

When this black man who has been living as best friends and neighbors and coworkers with white America is stolen away from his home and spirited down to a plantation in the South, he's thrown into a situation with slaves. And he can understand what they say. And that can't happen. He does not speak their language.

When this black man who has been living as best friends and neighbors and coworkers with white America is stolen away from his home and spirited down to a plantation in the South, he's thrown into a situation with slaves. And he can understand what they say. And that can't happen. He does not speak their language.

People who are oppressed find a way to talk to each other that does not allow the oppressors to understand what they are saying. And he would be as lost as that slave owner would be listening to the slaves talk to each other. And I was offended by that film because it cheated the enslaved people out of their humanity. The other thing about it is just the humor.

People who are oppressed find a way to talk to each other that does not allow the oppressors to understand what they are saying. And he would be as lost as that slave owner would be listening to the slaves talk to each other. And I was offended by that film because it cheated the enslaved people out of their humanity. The other thing about it is just the humor.

People who are oppressed find a way to talk to each other that does not allow the oppressors to understand what they are saying. And he would be as lost as that slave owner would be listening to the slaves talk to each other. And I was offended by that film because it cheated the enslaved people out of their humanity. The other thing about it is just the humor.

People survive with humor in the most dire of straits and the picture of slavery that's painted in literature and film. the people are all just, how would you put it, bleak. Whereas if they're surviving, they're surviving because of their strength and their irony.

People survive with humor in the most dire of straits and the picture of slavery that's painted in literature and film. the people are all just, how would you put it, bleak. Whereas if they're surviving, they're surviving because of their strength and their irony.

People survive with humor in the most dire of straits and the picture of slavery that's painted in literature and film. the people are all just, how would you put it, bleak. Whereas if they're surviving, they're surviving because of their strength and their irony.

Well, not funny in that way. And I think naturally I seek to employ humor as a disarming tool. I don't know how to be funny. If I try to write funny... I think I fail. Again, the lesson I've learned from Twain is that humor exists in the irony of the situation. I can't write jokes, but I can find the humor in the human condition.

Well, not funny in that way. And I think naturally I seek to employ humor as a disarming tool. I don't know how to be funny. If I try to write funny... I think I fail. Again, the lesson I've learned from Twain is that humor exists in the irony of the situation. I can't write jokes, but I can find the humor in the human condition.

Well, not funny in that way. And I think naturally I seek to employ humor as a disarming tool. I don't know how to be funny. If I try to write funny... I think I fail. Again, the lesson I've learned from Twain is that humor exists in the irony of the situation. I can't write jokes, but I can find the humor in the human condition.

I was in Judge Thasher's library, a place where I had spent many afternoons while he was out at work or hunting ducks. I could see books in front of me. I had read them secretly, but this time, in this fever dream, I was able to read without fear of being discovered. I had wondered every time I sneaked in there what white people would do to a slave who had learned how to read.

I was in Judge Thasher's library, a place where I had spent many afternoons while he was out at work or hunting ducks. I could see books in front of me. I had read them secretly, but this time, in this fever dream, I was able to read without fear of being discovered. I had wondered every time I sneaked in there what white people would do to a slave who had learned how to read.

I was in Judge Thasher's library, a place where I had spent many afternoons while he was out at work or hunting ducks. I could see books in front of me. I had read them secretly, but this time, in this fever dream, I was able to read without fear of being discovered. I had wondered every time I sneaked in there what white people would do to a slave who had learned how to read.

What would they do to a slave who had taught the other slaves to read? What would they do to a slave who knew what a hypotenuse was, what irony meant, how retribution was spelled? I was burning up with fever, fading in and out of consciousness, focusing and refocusing on Huck's face. Francois-Marie Acouet de Voltaire put a fat stick into a fire.

What would they do to a slave who had taught the other slaves to read? What would they do to a slave who knew what a hypotenuse was, what irony meant, how retribution was spelled? I was burning up with fever, fading in and out of consciousness, focusing and refocusing on Huck's face. Francois-Marie Acouet de Voltaire put a fat stick into a fire.

What would they do to a slave who had taught the other slaves to read? What would they do to a slave who knew what a hypotenuse was, what irony meant, how retribution was spelled? I was burning up with fever, fading in and out of consciousness, focusing and refocusing on Huck's face. Francois-Marie Acouet de Voltaire put a fat stick into a fire.

His delicate fingers held the wood for what seemed like too long a time. I'm afraid there's no more wood, I said, which is fine, because I am hot enough. Too hot.