A review by mveldeivendran1
Walking by Henry David Thoreau

3.0

"There is a keen enjoyment in a mere animal existence."

In addition to their typical saying that reading takes one to noble atmosphere and newer realities, certain books demand prerequisite atmosphere to read them in the first place among other categories. I'd like to assert that most of the works of Thoreau belong to this category.

Lately I've become a bit sceptical with works of sheer romance showering platonic love for the deep woods, barbarous coasts and the remotest whereabouts. It strikes a bit similar to what Sartre wrote on the ways we can delude ourselves keeping reason on our side, here reason getting replaced by romanticism especially at the parts where Thoreau parted ways with the tradition of east west dichotomy and brought the wild west rhetoric and advent of new world, a romanticized colonial term, to feed the hunger inside of the people who bored themselves to death by civilization. With specific worldviews and value judgements, such sheer love affair for the wild could make a lot of chaos and would give you we-live-in-a-society vibes in the opposite sense.

On the positive side, Walking is lucid. Walking could make us humble despite the illusion of learning and knowledge that we think we have of living and dying. At the same time, Walking could take you to a world that never was. Nevertheless it makes you earn for such possible  past to have existed so you could linger over it.

Came for the romanticism and stayed for the lucidity. And yes, just like Rousseau's.

Walking (1861) ~ Henry David Thoreau