


I started reading.įorget that only after weeks of writing a paper on “Ethan Brand” could I finally, genuinely like something that Hawthorne wrote. As a relatively new employee, I knew I could not raise my hand, clear my throat, and say “Excuse me? I’m sorry, but I mostly hate Hawthorne.” So I dove in. I was tasked with writing an introduction and footnotes for this collection of classic myths rewritten by Hawthorne. (Though, for the record, I ended up loving “Ethan Brand” and “The Birth-Mark.”) Even in college when I had to read Hawthorne’s short stories, I couldn’t get past a feeling of drudgery in some of his writing. I’m glad I read The Scarlet Letter in Challenge I, and I remember having fun discussing it and working through the symbolism, but…it wasn’t something I got excited about. I’m not sure if I’m supposed to say this or not, but I’ve always struggled to enjoy Hawthorne.

“Edit Nathaniel Hawthorne’s Tanglewood Tales,” they said.
