“Beware of all enterprises that require new clothes,” Thoreau once wrote.
This is a wickedly clever kung-fu move for the new Obama-ready marketplace: Monroe becomes Thoreau.
Your book incorporates a number of literary quotes, as well as references to artists and thinkers like Van Gogh and Thoreau.
I still am in the stream of thought that started in this country with Emerson and Thoreau and Whitman.
Upon the publication of his last book, Rats, The New York Times hailed Robert Sullivan as an “urban Thoreau.”
Thoreau noted the fact that in a large sense we find only what we look for.
But Mr. Thoreau was equipped with a most adapted and serviceable body.
Who knows but, like the dog, it will at length be no longer traceable to its wild original—Thoreau.
He probably hated as much as Thoreau, and in his steely way admired as much.
He has the insight of Thoreau, the patience of Burroughs, and a nameless quality of his own—a blend of joyous love and wonder.