This was radical stuff in pre-Civil War America. Emerson was essentially turning religion 180 degrees on its axis. Instead of a deity presiding over creation from somewhere up there, divinity was here, there and everywhere.
In Miss Fuller, April Bernard takes a speculative scalpel to the life of Margaret Fuller, offering a narrative of her experiences that shines a harsh and unbecoming light on the male transcendentalists.
In a strange twist of timing, I found myself reading Ron Chernow's new biography of George Washington at the same time that I just happened to be reading Jan Swafford's Charles Ives: A Life with Music.