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"The Adventures of Henry Thoreau-chronicling the ten years in his life beginning with Harvard in 1837 and ending as he walked away from Walden Pond after living in his long dreamed-of cabin for only two years--tells the dramatic (and at times heartbreaking) story of how a troubled young man found a meaningful life in a tempestuous era"-- No se han encontrado descripciones de biblioteca. |
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This book includes lots of little morsels of information gleaned from letters right down to how he cooked bread but really, what is it all for? I wanted to know why he decided to hang out in the woods (though those woods were really in a friend’s backyard- he was supported all his life by people and this is what makes his refusal to pay tax so enraging.)(though he did pay the highway tax because ‘he used the highways’. Absolutely no idea of funding the greater good in this man.)
All I have been able to glean from these scattered bits of bread (not compiled in any sensible way, either temporally or by subject) is that he pretty well did whatever he wanted and everyone else fed and looked after him. Not inspiring.
It was interesting to read that his father was a pencil manufacturer and the struggles that were had with making good pencils. Good honest labour that Henry joined in on occasionally (presumably when he couldn’t get out of it).
These bits and pieces of information are utterly forgettable in the way they have been arranged.
Thoreau died of Tuberculosis, as did much of his family, again an interesting nugget with which nothing was done.
The author says he wrote much of this book holding the hand of his dying mother and typing one handed. I wish he had spent the time fully with his mother (and his young child). This added nothing to my understanding of a complex and slightly bizarre man.
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