Robert D. Richardson (1934–2020)

Richardson has read just about everything that Emerson read, so he's able to contextualize periods and ideas in the author's life and writings in a very helpful manner. He writes superbly, and he really gets Emerson's impulse to praise and celebrate. Emerson distributed his literary largess in journal entries, letters, lectures and elsewhere, so by reading biography you get in effect a lovely 'selected Emerson'. And Emerson at his best is, in my view, as good as imaginative prose ever gets show more in the English language. Having this book in my life for a few weeks was galvanizing, and a reminder of why I am passionate about literature. show less

An impressive biography alive with such ideas as history being biography and biography, autobiography. I guess we all assess and measure ourselves while we follow threads of interest. My interest in reading this biography of the mind of Emerson was how the idea of 'nature' evolved. I’m prejudiced against Christianity, so was relieved not to have to dwell on Emerson's relationship to God or the attendant religious dimensions that gradually slipped away as he fell out with the church and all show more that nonsense.

Richardson made it easy to become immersed in his quest to uncover the mind of the man. He deftly cuts to the essence of some of the complex philosophies at large in this remarkable period of ferment when a thriving Boston was growing rapidly and young boys of 14 started at Harvard with a multilingual Classical education, Germany was seen as the centre of intelligence, and the College Professors were handsome, erudite, well-read 25 year-olds trained in rhetoric. Oh, to have been one of them! Glimpses of remarkable women such as Mary Wooly, Margaret Fuller and Caroline Sturgis, also drift through the pages as they figured in Emerson's life. It was the time of George Eliot and I'm tempted to read Middlemarch.

What I particularly admired about these 100 short chapters is the way they propelled me through the great arc of narrative so that I was able to take advantage of the circularity and precision with which Richardson constructs the story of Emerson by surveying what he read and thought. Every now and then I almost felt that I had a sense of the man. I think I might have liked him.

I've marked many passages but ultimately, as Emerson sinks into what today feels like a premature old-age, I was unsatisfied with any deeper understanding of my own thread of interest; the notion of ‘nature’. I was probably looking in the wrong place. show less

A very enjoyable and thought-provoking read. The book concerns three ways or "roads" that the three writers took to return to "life" after a great loss. It also got me thinking a bit more about the power of biographies, how we can access other lives to enrich our own.

I feel like I needed to read this when I did. I'll probably return to this book at some point in the future.

This isn't as great a biography as Richardson's work on Emerson, but it is still a very important book. Reading it one is treated to notes from Thoreau's journals threaded together with observations on the published works and live as he lived it. When one understand how much pain, grief and adversity this seer and prophet experienced, the optimism in his vision of the universe is so much more worthy of wonder.