Thoreau's 'Maine Woods'
Although technically reguarded as a 'non-fiction writer', Thoreau could say more about the world and ourselves through his clear cut descriptions of nature and how we percieve it. How it relates to our own existence. We (man and nature) truly our inseparable.
I was watching George Carlin the other day. He said that in what we know as 'the grand scheme of things', it is entirely insignifcant whether or not man holds respect for nature because we've already caused so much irreprable damage to the ozone, that mother nature couldn't wait to develop someway of getting us off of her backside, as it were.
While this was a hilarious and an undoubtedly entertaining idea, I can't help but be a hopeless romantic daydreamer, that I matter, that my existence matters. I love contemporary writting, yet I often find myself longing for literature from an era before the cynnicism and moral ambiguity of the 20th century (this is not to say however, that I don't enjoy books of the recently passed 100 year time block). Yet many 19th century authors bore me incessantly, to the point at which I've forgotten why I'm reading it! Thoreau is not such a writer.
He is my favorite 19th century author if not my favorite author of all time. Whoever thought a man could say so much just talking about a canoe?