By John Steinbeck
The Pulitzer Prize-winning epic of the good melancholy, a booklet that galvanized—and occasionally outraged—millions of readers.
First released in 1939, Steinbeck’s Pulitzer Prize-winning epic of the good melancholy chronicles the dirt Bowl migration of the Thirties and tells the tale of 1 Oklahoma farm family members, the Joads—driven from their dwelling house and compelled to commute west to the promised land of California. Out in their trials and their repeated collisions opposed to the not easy realities of an the USA divided into Haves and Have-Nots evolves a drama that's intensely human but majestic in its scale and ethical imaginative and prescient, elemental but plainspoken, tragic yet eventually stirring in its human dignity. A portrait of the clash among the strong and the powerless, of 1 man’s fierce response to injustice, and of 1 woman’s stoical energy, the unconventional captures the horrors of the nice melancholy and probes into the very nature of equality and justice in the US. without delay a naturalistic epic, captivity narrative, street novel, and transcendental gospel, Steinbeck’s robust landmark novel is likely to be the main American of yank Classics.
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Experience first—language second. How can I tell how I felt? I saw things around me with a curious double vision, as if I stared at them through rippling water—yet I felt no surprise and no curiosity about this. I moved like a sleepwalker, unaware of what I was about to do—but I was wide awake, fully aware of who I was, where I was, what my job at the Section had been. There was no amnesia; my full memories were available to me at any moment. And, although I did not know what I was about to do, I was always aware of what I was doing and sure that each act was the necessary, purposeful act at that moment.
I mean to say she was to me still old Lady Haines, the spinster secretary to the boss, the one who bawled me out for poor grammar in my reports. In the second place, if she was carrying a parasite I did not want to risk burning it, not after what we had been told. I am not the world's best shot, anyhow. She ducked into a room; I came up to it and again I hesitated— sheer habit; it was the ladies' room. But only a moment. I slammed the door open and looked around, gun ready. Something hit me back of my right ear.
Greenberg, could you come up for a moment? " He fussed, but agreed to do so. When we entered the loft I closed the door behind us and led him over to the open crate. "Here," I said, "if you will just lean over there, you will see what I mean. If I could just—" I got him around the neck with a grip that cut off his wind, ripped his jacket and shirt up, and, with my free hand, transferred a master from the cell to his bare back, then held him tight for a moment until his struggles stopped. Then I let him up, tucked his shirt back in and dusted him off.