The Grapes of Wrath
Having just finished Steinbeck’s Grapes of Wrath, I am in awe of this writer. He’s always been one of my favourites, but as I understand it he truly wanted to capture the spirit of the times with this book and let the world know what went on in the 1930’s when up to 300,000 people from Oklahoma, Arkansas, Texas and Kansas were all uprooted from their homes and the land their families had worked for generations and headed West on Route 66 in search of work.
All these people wanted was work, but they were treated like vagrants and pariahs, called Okies (a name equivalent to a Pikey), burned out of their camps by the locals, and if they didn’t work they didn’t eat. Simple as that.
I wanted a happy ending. I wanted Tom and Al to open a car repair garage with accommodation for the family in the back, but it wasn’t to be. Instead we lost our hero, Tom Joad, with just a few chapters to go, and when the end came it shook me. I’m not easily shocked, but the idea of the mother of a stillborn baby breast-feeding a dying man was unexpected.
Who else but Steinbeck would dare take the hero out of the story with 10% of the book still to go?
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