Franklin Benjamin Sanborn (December 15, 1831 – February 24, 1917) was an American journalist, author, and reformer. Sanborn was a social scientist, and a memorialist of American transcendentalism who wrote early biographies of many of the movement's key figures. He founded the American Social Science Association, in 1865, "to treat wisely the great social problems of the day". He was a member of the Secret Six, or "Committee of Six", which funded the militant abolitionist John Brown.
Affectionate contemporaneous biography. The most interesting chapter inadvertently highlights a priggish Puritanism dating back to Thoreau’s college essays.
I guess I am among many who have romanticized Mr. Thoreau and his book Walden but Leon Edel has made sure to stop that nonsense right away. This is a quick read and although Mr. Thoreau isn't the perfect guy who truly lives in the woods, all I can picture, is a man/boy with a smirk on his face saying, "I didn't do it" clearly holding the baseball bat and glove while looking at the broken window.
Sanborn was one of John Brown’s financial backers, and the person who introduced Brown to Thoreau when the former was on a fundraising trip through Concord, MA. Sanborn was a personal friend of Thoreau’s from his days at college, and that is what makes this biography unique — it is a limitation as well as a gift. This reads more like a memoir than a strict biography, and there is a stark informality to the whole thing, which is, oddly enough, rather enjoyable to read. You know that the author knew the man, and that provides fascinating context.
I’d never read a biography from 1893. Are they all this chaotic? Even the title is slightly vertiginous. No one says “Henry D. Thoreau” anymore.
Sanborn was a bit player in the Transcendentalist saga, a schoolteacher at the progressive school in Thoreau’s town, and he threatens to sink the book under mountains of Concord trivia – for example:
Duncan Ingraham, a retired sea-captain, who had enriched himself in the Surinam trade, long lived in Concord, before and after the Revolution, and one of his grandchildren was Captain Marryatt, the English novelist; another was the American naval captain, Ingraham, who brought away Martin Kosta, a Hungarian refugee, from the clutches of the Austrian government.
But he knew Henry David, which counts for a lot in the life-story business. For example, he admits that Thoreau was prideful:
“… it was a wild stock of pride,” as Burke said of Lord Keppel, “on which the tenderest of all hearts had grafted the milder virtues.”
(This book is from the American Men of Letters series, which includes Ralph Waldo Emerson by Oliver Wendell Holmes, and the mystifying William Gilmore Simms by William P. Trent – plus the biography of a woman, Margaret Fuller Ossoli by Thomas Wentworth Higginson!)
I was surprised that this book by a Thoreau contemporary and acquaintance is not that good, at least not by modern standards. Large tracts of it are extensive quotes from letters or books of Thoreau's contemporaries, some with minimal relevance to Thoreau's life. We learn little of the great man's daily life or activities, though Sanborn apparently thought such details were not important.
For any who entertain the notion, consistent with our contemporary tendency to dethrone dead white men, s/he might read the huge praises that poured on this unique and timeless genius. For example, a letter from his sister Sophia after Henry died at age 44, in May, 1862.
“Profound joy mingles with my grief. I feel as if something very beautiful had happened, – not death. Although Henry is with us no longer, yet the memory of his sweet and virtuous soul must ever cheer and comfort me. My heart is filled with praise to God for the gift of such a brother, and may I never distrust the love and wisdom of Him who made him, and who has now called him to labor in more glorious fields than earth affords!"