We were approaching Napoleon, Arkansas. So I began to think about my errand there. Time, noonday; and bright and sunny. This was bad – not best, anyway; for mine was not (preferably) a noonday kind of errand.
This no longer comes as a shock but Mark Twain’s short story “A Dying Man’s Confession” is a story within a story within a story.
We have murder and revenge, creepy morgue-like settings along with con-men and swindlers. I have to question Twain’s choice of titles from time to time but I love the brilliant understatement of this one.
While Twain doesn’t shy away from using ghosts and death in his stories usually they appear in a more satirical fashion. In parts of this story, it’s actually scary. He can give Poe and Hawthorne a run for their money.