Burning Books: The Hottest Scenes in Literature

Robinson Crusoe, by Daniel Defoe

Like so many castaway novels and films, half the fun of Robinson Crusoe is watching Crusoe figure out how to live on the island, including his simpleminded breakdown of how he deals with the ungodly heat.

“… the Weather was so violent hot, that there was no need of Cloaths, yet I could not go quite naked; no, tho’ I had been inclined to it, which I was not, nor could not abide the Thoughts of it, tho’ I was all alone. The Reason why I could not go quite naked, was, I could not bear the Heat of the Sun so well when quite naked, as with some Cloaths on; nay, the very Heat frequently blister’d my Skin; whereas with a Shirt on, the Air itself  made some Motion, and whistling under that Shirt, was twofold cooler than without it: No more could I ever bring my self to go out in the Heat of the Sun without a Cap ora Hat; the Heat of the Sun beating with such Violence as it does in that Place, would give me the Head-ach presently, by darting so directly on my Head, without a Cap or Hat on; so that I could not bear it; whereas, if I put on my Hat, it would presently go away. “