A friend loaned me a pleasant little book by Susan Cheever about the Concord of Emerson, Thoreau, Hawthorne, the Alcotts and others. It’s called “American Bloomsbury” which is too clever by half. First because it is anachronistic. If the two … Continue reading
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Ten days ago, I was in Amherst in the Western Massachusetts hills where a blush was just beginning to tinge the trees. Soon something far more dramatic will overtake the place, as its most famous resident knew. The name of … Continue reading