Henry David Thoreau was one of the most influential transcendental American writers and Walden was one of the movement's most important works. Let's explore why.
Thoreau's Walden: An Exercise in Solitude
Today, many Americans don't have very positive associations with someone who spends a year alone in a cabin he built himself. However, when Henry David Thoreau did that in the mid-19th century, it inspired one of the greatest works of American literature to date.
Published in 1854, Thoreau's Walden is one the most prominent works of transcendental literature. The book was originally titled Walden; Or, Life in the Woodsand chronicles the two years that Thoreau spent in a cabin on the property owned by his friend and fellow transcendentalist writer Ralph Waldo Emerson. The cabin was near a body of water called Walden Pond. Thoreau's book made Walden Pond so famous that today it's often used to signify any beautifully natural serene scene, the same way someone might refer to any large, opulent house as the Taj Mahal.
Though the cabin was only a couple of kilometers from town (Concord, MA), Thoreau considered it as a place of true introspection, a place to commune with nature and be completely self-reliant, all central notions to the transcendental literary movement in the US. The book is also a spiritual journey, which seems to be popular fodder for books these days: think Eat Pray Loveor Wild, the memoir about a woman who hikes the Pacific Crest Trail by herself in order to fix her broken life.
Holing up in a cabin by yourself for two years probably doesn't sound too appealing to many of us, but instead of trying to sell you on the validity of the idea, I'll let Thoreau explain it himself. He says:
I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived. I did not wish to live what was not life, living is so dear; nor did I wish to practice resignation, unless it was quite necessary. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life, to live so sturdily and Spartan-like as to put to rout all that was not life, to cut a broad swath and shave close, to drive life into a corner, and reduce it to its lowest terms, and, if it proved to be mean, why then to get the whole and genuine meanness of it, and publish its meanness to the world; or if it were sublime, to know it by experience, and be able to give a true account of it in my next excursion.