the wine
I finished it. No, not 100 Years. The Grapes of Wrath. I am sorry my affair had to happen, but now it's over.
My god, what a book! I don't know what it is about Steinbeck, but he grabs me and won't let me go. When I'd finished, I felt much like I did when I finished reading A Fine Balance by Rohinton Mistry. I've never seen poverty like that with my own eyes, and I wonder who I will be when I do. People can only be ground so low before they snap. But then what happens if the snap happens amidst so much personal tragedy? Why can a rich person look at a poor person and, by their actions, say that it is enough to just keep body and soul together? Why is that allowed? Why do we allow it in ourselves and our families and our peers? In our government? In our businesses?
I think I'm not really as interested in literary criticism as I have thought. It's stories that interest me, and then only because they illuminate humanity.
My god, what a book! I don't know what it is about Steinbeck, but he grabs me and won't let me go. When I'd finished, I felt much like I did when I finished reading A Fine Balance by Rohinton Mistry. I've never seen poverty like that with my own eyes, and I wonder who I will be when I do. People can only be ground so low before they snap. But then what happens if the snap happens amidst so much personal tragedy? Why can a rich person look at a poor person and, by their actions, say that it is enough to just keep body and soul together? Why is that allowed? Why do we allow it in ourselves and our families and our peers? In our government? In our businesses?
I think I'm not really as interested in literary criticism as I have thought. It's stories that interest me, and then only because they illuminate humanity.
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