The Mount Rushmore of Mount Rushmores

Our wonderful contributing editors for this site have come and gone over the years–often leaving when the demands of the real world make it necessary to step back. Such is the case with ABE, who is stepping down as a regular contributor for the time being. I believe that two past editors will soon be rejoining us… but in the meantime, enjoy this post from ABE.

Humor in America

It is a threadbare premise, for a medium still in its pull-ups. When we think of greatness, whose face goes on the largest of sculptures—formed by God but finished by men—vandalizing the Dakotan landscape?

For the field of American humor I’ve had one year to think it over. Last September my friend Steve (whose real name is Mark, but in these kinds of online articles an alias is typical) said to me:

“Twain is sort of the great white whale of American literature. Dickens assumes the same type of stature for 19th century England. And Tolstoy (sorry Mr. Dostoyevsky and my beloved Mr. Chekhov) occupies the place for Russian literature. Who for France? Hugo? What a Mount Rushmore for 19th century literature.”

I agreed with Steve, but turned the direction of our conversation to something even more trivial: American humor. Putting very little thought into it…

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