I read this book but I can only find an audio excerpt, read by Gary Sinise.A quest across America, from the northernmost tip of Maine to California's Monterey Peninsula To hear the speech of the real America, to smell the grass and the tress, to see the colors and the light-these were John Steinbeck's goals as he set out, at the age of fifty-eight, to rediscover the country he had been writing about for so many years. I recommend this for a slice of American life in an earlier time and for a different look at an author who many seem to label as depressing. “With all the polls and opinion posts, with newspapers more opinion than news so that we no longer know one from the other….” I hope we many not be overwhelmed one day by peoples not too proud or too lazy or too soft to bend to the earth and pick up the things we eat.” “It occurs to me that, just as the Carthaginians hired mercenaries to do their fighting for them, we Americans bring in mercenaries to do our hard and humble work. I was shaking my head at how little things change in the fundamentals. Originally published in 1962, many of Steinbeck’s observations still hold today. It seemed to me that a Long Island poodle who had made his devoirs to Sequoia sempervirens or Sequoia gigantea might be set apart from other dogs–might even be like that Galahad who saw the Grail.

“But from the start I had withheld from him any information about the giant redwoods. 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. I have an affiliate relationship with and Malaprop's Bookstore in beautiful Asheville, NC.

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