A
recent reading of Walden
by Henry David Thoreau has given me much to ponder. I will not attempt to
encapsulate the entire work in a single blog entry. Instead, I may post several
pieces on particular points that interested me.
Contained
within Walden is the subpart titled “Reading”. I
think that this segment is often overlooked, as it does not focus upon humanity’s
relation to nature, a favorite point among those who enjoy discussing Thoreau.
In this section, Thoreau engages in a
relatively strong, I would even describe it as scathing, attack upon folks for
their reading habits. If the great American essayist were alive today, he would
surely be labeled as the dreaded ”book snob”.
Thoreau
decries spending ones life reading what he describes as “Little Things”.
He
writes,
“I think that having learned our letters we
should read the best that is in literature, and not be forever repeating our
a-b-abs, and words of one syllable, in the fourth or fifth classes, sitting on
the lowest and foremost form all our lives. Most men are satisfied if they read
or hear read, and perchance have been convicted by the wisdom of one good book,
the Bible, and for the rest of their lives vegetate and dissipate their
faculties in what is called easy reading.
“
From
a personal point of view, but without engaging in the judgment of others, I am
with Thoreau so far. I mostly try to avoid so-called easy reading. I do so
mostly because I find such “light reading” to be boring.
Later,
such easy reading, along with those who engage in it, are judged in harsher
terms,
"We are underbred and low-lived and
illiterate; and in this respect I confess I do not make any very broad
distinction between the illiterateness of my townsman who cannot read at all
and the illiterateness of him who has learned to read only what is for children
and feeble intellects.”
Personally,
I feel that labeling folks who engage in an activity less seriously than I do
as “feeble intellects” is not the best path to a comprehensive and balanced view
of the world. Everyone finds substance in life in different places. If I am quick
to judge an individual who engages in such reading, I may also be quick to
overlook the fact that the person has developed artistic abilities that I have disused,
or has developed other skills or virtues that I have neglected. For instance, a
person who spends several hours a day listening to and studying classical music
might be inclined to look down upon me as someone who is wasting time that
could be spent exploring that particular art form. One needs to be very careful
before being too critical concerning the intellectual and artistic pursuits of
others. Everyone is different and exhibits varying strengths and weaknesses.
On
the other hand, I find the above advice personally agreeable. As reading goes,
it has been my lifelong, number one hobby. Thus, I look to books to challenge
me. I want to mainly stick with “the best of literature,” and I wish to become acquainted
with varying and diverse points of view as well as come to know both the wisdom
and, I will add, folly contained in great books.
Thoreau
spends several pages extolling the wisdom of the ages that can be discovered in
books. He concludes that words can be life changing. They can open new vistas
to us and make us better people. He believes that certain forms of wisdom are
universal and, of course, can be accessed by reading great books.
The
essayist goes on,
“It is not all books that are as dull as
their readers. There are probably words addressed to our condition exactly,
which, if we could really hear and understand, would be more salutary than the
morning or the spring to our lives, and possibly put a new aspect on the face
of things for us. How many a man has dated a new era in his life from the
reading of a book! The book exists for us, perchance, which will explain our
miracles and reveal new ones. The at present unutterable things we may find
somewhere uttered. These same questions that disturb and puzzle and confound us
have in their turn occurred to all the wise men; not one has been omitted; and
each has answered them, according to his ability, by his words and his life. Moreover, with wisdom we shall
learn liberality. “
There
is a widely discussed intellectual kinship between Ralph Waldo Emerson and Thoreau.
Emerson heavily influenced Thoreau and both shared many common views. On the
subject of books and great authors, however, I find that, at least in this
essay, Thoreau is less suspicious and cautious about assimilating the thoughts
and opinions of great authors. My commentary on Emerson’s view of books in the
American Scholar is here.
In that work Emerson seems to be making the case that one should be very wary
of the “life changing” aspects of books. He is highly critical of accepting the
ideas of even great intellects.
In
contrast, Thoreau gives a lot of credit here to history’s esteemed writers and
thinkers. Thoreau is right on the money in his assessment that issues such as
life, death, the origins of ourselves and the universe, etc. have been tackled
by many who have gone before us. Even if one reads very skeptically, there is a
treasure trove of insightful, useful and just plain fascinating observations to
discover. For those who have only dipped a toe into the water of such deep
reading, I join Thoreau in encouraging a very deep plunge.
Thoreau devotes many more words and pages to both the issue of “easy reading” as well as to extolling the virtues of great and enlightening books. This segment is but one scrumptious, albeit slightly bitter, dish included in the feast that is Walden. Those very curious about this segment can easily find it in the work’s table of contents and read it in isolation. However, it very nicely fits into and complements the remainder of this great work.

