Libre
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There may be other threads about this book. I'm pretty certain there are. In that case a moderator will squelch this post and relegate it to the end of some forgotten thread out there, where it will languish in obscurity.
But before he does, I want to make a point.
This could be the best book ever written - or at least, one of them. One of the best 10 maybe.
You know, you can listen to some great music - James Taylor, Paul Simon, John Lennon, ELton John. No doubt, these guys are all great. Then you might happen to hear some Chopin or Beethoven or Bach, and realize, My GOD! If the first guys are great, well, these guys are close to GODS. IT's not because they are "classical". It's because they are just THAT MUCH better than everyone else. And so it is with John Steinbeck. He is such an awesome genius, he makes merely "great" writers seem average or mediocre. I've been reading a slew of books this year, and some very good ones too. Forget it. They're trash by comparison. I get choked up trying to talk about how great this book is. I can't explain it at all. I'm simply overwhelmed at the quality of his writing. How the span of time really feels like years. How the characters are alive in your mind. How complex they are. How every scene is crystal clear. How frequently a sentence stops you in your tracks and you read it again and again and think about it for hours - days. I do. I love Steinbeck. I want to meet him, Chopin, Beethoven, and Bach in heaven (if there is one which I doubt, but who knows?) where if there is one they are in the same room together with the greatest artistic geniuses in history.
But before he does, I want to make a point.
This could be the best book ever written - or at least, one of them. One of the best 10 maybe.
You know, you can listen to some great music - James Taylor, Paul Simon, John Lennon, ELton John. No doubt, these guys are all great. Then you might happen to hear some Chopin or Beethoven or Bach, and realize, My GOD! If the first guys are great, well, these guys are close to GODS. IT's not because they are "classical". It's because they are just THAT MUCH better than everyone else. And so it is with John Steinbeck. He is such an awesome genius, he makes merely "great" writers seem average or mediocre. I've been reading a slew of books this year, and some very good ones too. Forget it. They're trash by comparison. I get choked up trying to talk about how great this book is. I can't explain it at all. I'm simply overwhelmed at the quality of his writing. How the span of time really feels like years. How the characters are alive in your mind. How complex they are. How every scene is crystal clear. How frequently a sentence stops you in your tracks and you read it again and again and think about it for hours - days. I do. I love Steinbeck. I want to meet him, Chopin, Beethoven, and Bach in heaven (if there is one which I doubt, but who knows?) where if there is one they are in the same room together with the greatest artistic geniuses in history.