While most of us feel confined during quarantines, in 1854, Henry David Thoreau wrote a compelling account of his time living "alone" in the woods outside Concord, Mass. "I qualify 'alone'," writes Robert M. Thorson, author of three books about the poet, essayist and philosopher, "because Thoreau had more company at Walden than in town, and hoed a bean field daily as social theater in full view of passersby on the road." Thorson recommends Thoreau's book Walden for us quarantined folk who want to reflect on solitude and living a simple life.
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