Summers are for friends. In August of 1850, Herman Melville met Nathaniel Hawthorne during a hiking trip, and their literary lives were forever amalgamated. Hawthorne published The Scarlet Letter that year, and Melville’s Moby Dick was breaching on the horizon. Herman dedicated the book to his buddy on completion “in token of my admiration for his genius.”
Here on Literary Life, we are reading The Scarlet Letter together at a leisurely pace with a few thousand of our closest friends from over 130 countries, all gathered in our book club on Facebook.
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It is likely that you were assigned The Scarlet Letter in high school English, and just as likely you were too young to appreciate it. Herein lies the beauty of Literary Life. We read books that were written for grown-ups. The classics were never meant for kids.
The Scarlet Letter was written a long time ago, but people never change. Perhaps you have been judged by other people, or maybe you have been shamed for your choices, or perhaps you struggle with a church that condemns rather than forgives. Maybe you have known love that was greater and more powerful than any of these things.
Come. Read with us as you live your Literary Life.
Rick Wilcox | Editor in Chief