Another section I had forgotten but flagged was about introducing Charley to sequoias and redwoods. I remember a passage about hunting in New England (I think) that had me in stitches. Steinbeck! Dark, depressing Steinbeck! I literally laughed out loud several times as I read this. I’ll even let you in on a secret: the man had a sense of humor. It’s been almost two years since I read this, but I do remember that Steinbeck’s observations, conversations, and chronicles of daily left held me pretty much spellbound. I still don’t forgive him for Lennie and can’t imagine that I ever will, but if we both ignore that, we get along just fine.
And looking back through all the passages of this book that I flagged, I realized that I love the way this man writes. I’ve been in denial for a couple of years but I just re-read Grapes and actually liked it. I held a grudge against him for years because of The Grapes of Wrath and Of Mice and Men, both of which I was forced to read in high school.
When did I become a fan of Steinbeck? Because I now have to admit that I am. Will the real Jennifer G please stand up? I seem to have lost myself somewhere along the way. John Steinbeck and his poodle Charley take off in a modified RV for a trip around the country. I will earn a small commission at no additional cost to you if you purchase merchandise through links on my site. We find after years of struggle that we not take a trip a trip takes us.I have an affiliate relationship with and Malaprop's Bookstore in beautiful Asheville, NC. And all plans, safeguards, policing, and coercion are fruitless. I set this matter down not to instruct others but to inform myself.A journey is a person in itself no two are alike. The sound of a jet, an engine warming up, even the clopping of shod hooves on pavement brings on the ancient shudder, the dry mouth and vacant eye, the hot palms and the churn of stomach high up under the rib cage. Four hoarse blasts of a ships's whistle still raise the hair on my neck and set my feet to tapping.
When years described me as mature, the remedy prescribed was middle age.In middle age I was assured greater age would calm my fever and now that I am fifty-eight perhaps senility will do the job. “When I was very young and the urge to be someplace else was on me, I was assured by mature people that maturity would cure this itch.
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