In case you think Thoreau was the only one seeking peace and quiet to write, and finding it in a solitary hut overlooking water, Wittgenstein built his in Norway about 90 years after Thoreau built his. Both are extremely spartan. Thoreau had a sizable village to walk to, Wittgenstein (so far as I can determine) didn’t.
In a book I’ll mention, there are some wonderful pictures of Norway scenery, and the remains of the hut’s foundations. I take it there is no completed restoration, though there is a well-marked trail (with quips from LW for the uninitiated) up the mountain to its location.
What brought me to this was the rediscovery on my shelf of an extraordinary project, LUDWIG WITTGENSTEIN: THERE WHERE YOU ARE NOT, loosely assembled narrative, poetry, and photographs on the theme of Wittgenstein’s ache for vocation, satisfied at times, it seems, in the quiet for writing he found in his hut. Put together by Neto, Moreton, and Finlay and issued by Black Dog Publishing, 2005. They specialize, we’re told, in “Architecture Art Design Fashion History Photography Theory and Things.” We have here a 150 p. large format relatively inexpensive gem — a visual, poetic and biographical collage of Wittgenstein’s life and work.
“People nowadays think, scientists are there to instruct them, poets, musicians, etc., to entertain them. That the latter have something to teach them; that never occurs to them.” (1940)
Russell said it would be dark; Wittgenstein said he hated daylight
Russell said he was mad; Wittgenstein said God preserve him from sanity