I got so fascinated with Nathaniel Hawthorne in college that after graduation I took time off to read his complete works. So, recently when I picked up The Portable Hawthorne, I could only hope that the decades had been powerless to cool my ardor. Now, after reading it through, I'm as inspired as ever to echo Henry James' extravagant words, "Hawthorne -- that best of Americans!" What a shame the prevailing mindset in today's academic, entertainment and media worlds is such that Hawthorne must be thrown into the shadows because he writes from an imagination steeped in the ethics and folklore of a traditional Christianity. For I hold firmly that the Great American Novel has indeed been written, and it is The Scarlet Letter -- printed in full as the centerpiece of this skillfully edited volume. Without question everything else in the book is pleasingly representative of this wonderful author, but it wasn't until this reading that I realized hardly anything else Hawthorne wrote comes anywhere close to his masterpiece. Which is necessarily so because the very greatest artistic creations of mankind are by definition extremely rare. One must therefore look at everything else in this book as an interesting setting around an illustrious gem. Among the lesser works I still find "Young Goodman Brown" to be Hawthorne's most deeply affecting short story for its peculiarly dark, haunting mood not to be found anywhere else in literature. Conversely I can't explain how I could originally have found another piece, "Feathertop," to be practically the only production of Hawthorne's that I didn't care for -- whereas today I find it quite memorably, hilariously, preciously funny! Then there's a rare piece from Hawthorne's journals, "The Countess Margaret," about the career and character of his friend Margaret Fuller, which simply must be read for its glimpse of the author's mordant powers of real-life observation combined with an almost magical felicity with words.