Here's an article I found in a recent magazine. I think you'll find it amusing: From: "Mark Twain's Postmortem Stinker." _Civilization_. Jan./Feb. 1996: 10. When _The New Yorker_ recently published a "lost" chapter of _Huckleberry Finn_, it wasn't the first time readers had heard Mark Twain speaking from beyond the grave. In 1917, seven years after the author's death, a New York publisher brought out a new novel that Twain had supposedly written. At the meetings of "a small psychical research society," the late writer--or a disembodied spirit _claiming_ to be Twain--had dictated an entire novel, letter by letter, on a Ouija board. Twain's ghost may have lived on, but his prose was dead as a doornail. The posthumous novel, _Jap Herron_, is a dreary tale of a pseudo-Sawyerish urchin so irritatingly well behaved that a genuine Twain hero would have sent him home bawling with his eyes blackened. And could the author of _Huckleberry Finn_ have stomached _Jap Herron_'s boilerplate dialect ("'Mis' Luellen allus said that she could smell a Yankee a mile'") and nauseous purple passages ("'Jap,' she gasped painfully, 'is this the thing called Death, this uplift of joy?'")? The real Twain wasn't fooling around with Ouija boards--he was turning in his grave.