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whatshereadyesterday 's review for:
Six Walks: In the Footsteps of Henry David Thoreau
by Ben Shattuck
Practically perfect ... except if you have an eye for it, there's little humbling the landscape as indigenous land, and yes, Shattuck does include Joe Polis's part in the trip to Allagesh, but it's the principle in the writing to show an indigenous perspective in sequence before Thoreau's walk. It's rather indicative of the straight, white cis-male author.
Which leads me to another issue.
Thoreau clearly had interest and yet no interest in human sexuality, and I don't understand why Shattuck treats Henry's paradoxes as a personal learned lesson. Yes, that's the point of the book, but at the same time, lay respect for complicated nuances of historical person's sexuality or lack thereof if they, like Thoreau, tightly yet loosely associate it to a greater state of being. There's a sense of a lack of ancestral respect in being so flippant that one chooses or wants, what people call now, an acesexual, pantheist lifestyle so someone centuries from now can find life in opposition to a life previously lived. Basically, an internalized, secular Christian-bred exceptionalism behavior many people, and even writers with or without contemporary privileges, tend to illuminate the most on paper. It's no one's fault but nature, human nature, Thoreau-observed.
Which leads me to another issue.
Thoreau clearly had interest and yet no interest in human sexuality, and I don't understand why Shattuck treats Henry's paradoxes as a personal learned lesson. Yes, that's the point of the book, but at the same time, lay respect for complicated nuances of historical person's sexuality or lack thereof if they, like Thoreau, tightly yet loosely associate it to a greater state of being. There's a sense of a lack of ancestral respect in being so flippant that one chooses or wants, what people call now, an acesexual, pantheist lifestyle so someone centuries from now can find life in opposition to a life previously lived. Basically, an internalized, secular Christian-bred exceptionalism behavior many people, and even writers with or without contemporary privileges, tend to illuminate the most on paper. It's no one's fault but nature, human nature, Thoreau-observed.