Reading Thoreau in quarantine
I have never been angrier with Henry David Thoreau.
I can see him, the terror of Walden Pond, laughing at us even now. I used to roll my eyes when he spoke of the “cheapness” of society and the joys of solitude. I said, “Couldn’t be me!” and then went to a fast-food drive-through instead of a cabin in the woods, because I have never been one for self-reliance. But now, the tables have turned. With the outbreak of COVID-19, many of us now find ourselves isolated in our homes for an indefinite period of time, avoiding nonessential contact beyond jobs and basic household maintenance. We have all become miniature Thoreaus in the making.