Nathaniel hawthorne brenda wineapple biography
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Hawthorne: A Life
Handsome, reserved, practically frighteningly frost until lighten up was approached, then set on fire, cordial, Nathaniel Hawthorne was as erratic and double-edged as his writing. “Deep as Dante,” Herman Author said.
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Hawthorne: A Life
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The source of Hawthorne's life-long, unnatural reserve and self-possessed detachment appears to be his experience of about twenty years, from early adolescence and perhaps from an earlier date (these events are rather dimly revealed in the record), of unremitting hypercriticism, shaming and a healthy dose of public humiliation from time to time at the hands of his mother, certainly his aunts and maternal grandmother and perhaps an uncle or two. Most of his Manning relatives - who supported the Hawthorne's after the elder Captain Hawthorne's death of typhoid in Surinam - seemed to have assumed that because they assisted poor relations, they were entitled to "the right of ... treating me with open scorn." (p. 79) In their minds a preternaturally observant and empathetic individual who wanted to write becomes a vain, irresponsible and self-indulgent ingrate for harboring "bubbles" for ambitions. But Hawthorne persisted on the meager proceeds of his grandmother Manning's bequest, and
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Brenda Wineapple
Ambassador Award, Best Biography 2003
Julia Howe Award, Boston Book Club 2003
Handsome, reserved, almost frighteningly aloof until he was approached, then playful and cordial, Nathaniel Hawthorne was a mercurial and double-edged as his writing. “Deep as Dante,” Melville said.
Hawthorne himself declared that he was not “one of those supremely hospitable people who serve up their own hearts, delicately fried, with brain sauce, as a tidbit” for the public. Yet those who knew him best often took the opposition position. “He always put himself in his books,” said a sister-in-law. “He cannot help it.” His life, like his work, was extraordinary, a play of light and shadow.
He also shoveled dung in an attempt to found a new utopia at Brook Farm and then excoriated the community (or his attraction to it) in caustic satire; and the confidant of Franklin Pierce, fourteenth president of the United States and arguably one of its worst, he was also the friend of Emerson and Thoreau and Melville who, unlike them, made fun of Abraham Lincoln and who, also unlike them, wrote compellingly of women, deeply identifying with them.
Born Nathaniel Hathorne in Salem, Massachusetts, in 1804, the reluctant hero of Wineapple’s tale was always a man apart, one who believe