literary movement i hate least
4:06 PM
Andrew Jackson was the self-made man of his day and a century later, Andrew Carnegie emerged from the ranks of factory worker immigrants to that of prosperous steel tycoon. They're both considered self-made, rags-to-riches men, and they are my idols. If they were on Dancing with the Stars or People's Choice or Survivor, I'd vote for them because people who have distressing childhoods just kill me. Jackson also ended up on the twenty dollar bill, and as a person, I feel like that is the Mount Everest of successes. Well, excuse me, says Benjamin Franklin.
Transcendentalism appreciates that "I don't need no man," sassafrass independence. It got the Declaration of Independence written, which indicates game over for the other -isms. I imagine it beating sad realism and overwrought romanticism over the head at the literary movement reunion.
During the transcendentalist fervor, Emerson and his buddies stayed in society long enough to publish their books and then packed bags to live in utopian societies. They sat around campfires reciting poetry until a fire actually burned down one of their major villages. They had to return to society after that, but I enjoy the idea of living with your ten favorite people who would rather you write about nature than go to your job. In fact, I thoreauly enjoy it, and everyone can just put me on trial for that one because wordplay is criminally funny.
Transcendentalists deep-dived into their souls and I think it'd be fair to say they were the much tamer version of the sixties counterculture. Both enjoyed nature as a basis for understanding society better. In short, really, I just enjoy any writing that questions the predictable yet supposedly fulfilling education-marriage-retirement spiel, and transcendentalism really succeeds at doing that.
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