extremity of our village.â
The formulation is literally accurate, as any visitor to present-day Concord may pleasantly discover. And it leads on to the personal confession that, âbeing happy,â Hawthorne felt no need just then to ask âof this prophet the word that should solve ... the riddle of the universe.â Also suggested, however, is Hawthorneâs own sense of his relation to Emerson and his various Transcendental disciples: he is among them, quite clearly, as Concord is but a village; and friendly, to the appearances of outward sociability; sharing, as F. O. Matthiessen well observed, a common aspiration for the democracy of American life and letters; yet he is opposite their metaphysical interest in a way he trusted only his fictions to express.
Most noticeably, perhaps, Hawthorne continued to uphold his classic principle that literature is a shared experience rather than a private or purely subjective concern. Utterly skeptical about the discoverability, perhaps even the existence, of some occult entity called âthe Self,â Hawthorne explicitly denies that he is âone of those supremely hospitable people who serve up their hearts, delicately fried, with brain sauce, as a tidbit for their beloved public.â In fact, he resisted, as no other writer of his Romantic age, the temptation to make literature out of his own âsoul.â Appearing to answer the studied egotism of Walden in advance, âThe Old Manseâ invites its readers, at last, not to the personal intimacy of confession but to the dramatic interest of some stories, most of which turn out to suggest where the logic of the Newness might lead, if anyone dared follow its lead alone: to the âliberalâ escape, in the âRail-road,â from the sense of sin and suffering; to the âapocalypticâ denial, in the âHall,â that the facts of life impose any final restraint on the autonomous life of the âfantasyâ; and to the âidealistâ and rather chilling discovery, in the âBanquet,â that a self without relation is an empty philosophical construct and a deadly human end.
This last themeâof the ineluctable relationality of all personal existenceâmay fairly be regarded as Hawthorneâs own thematic âbottom line,â everywhere, uniting works from all his later phases with earlier, puritanic manifestations such as âThe Man of Adamantâ (1837) and even âThe Ministerâs Black Veil.â Nor is it entirely misguided to regard the sobering tale of âWakefieldâ as a sort of once-for-all abstraction of this variously adumbrated but repeatedly recurring psychological insight. Yet it is equally important to recognize that this one master idea lends structure to a significant variety of historical experiences; that in the âOld Manseâ period it often mixes with and sometimes yields place to an altogether âtimelyâ consideration only hinted at earlier, in his observations of the deadly hatred which the religious idealism of the Puritans regularly directed at all things merely ânaturalâ; and that in fact some âdeath by idealismâ emerges as the controlling theme of Hawthorneâs anti-transcendental efforts of the 1840s.
The same spirit that unites Emerson with Father Millerâa sort of neopuritanical hatred of the merely existentâappears to motivate the project of radical reform as Hawthorne represents it in âEarthâs Holocaustâ (1844). An altogether unstable narrator ends by proposing, conservatively, that the notoriously American effort to purify the world will fail unless the human heart itself should undergo its own prior purgation. But the shape of the drama suggests the more radical possibility that some terrific lust for perfection will remain insatiate as long as any human trace remains; that the enthusiasm which had sponsored, in 1840, an entirely