"For us, our house is not insentient matter—it has a heart, and a soul, and eyes to see us with; and approvals, and solicitudes, and deep sympathies; it is of us, and we are in its confidence, and live in its grace and in the peace of its benediction. We never come home from an absence that its face does not light up and speak out its eloquent welcome—and we can not enter it unmoved."
—Mark Twain, 1896
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Tuesday, January 4, 2011

John Steinbeck (1902-1968)

I’d forgotten what a great writer John Steinbeck was until, that is, my eyes fell on an old First Edition gathering dust on one of my library shelves. Cannery Row - [1945 The Viking Press - New York $2.00. “This Edition Is Produced in Full Compliance with All War Production Board Conservation Orders.” (sic) ]




My copy, previously owned and inscribed by Harriet says: "Dear Rourks - For feeding the brute, and because I think you’ll find it very wonderful - ”. Cool. Everything about this edition is cool. The reference to WW2; the price; the inscription; the fact that it is in such good condition; and the story…oh my, the story. I know Steinbeck tells us that Cannery Row is, “of course” fictitious and fabricated, but I just can’t help but wonder……it is just too real not to be real.



Other than the body of work he left behind, I know very little of John Steinbeck. That is soon to change, my little chickens. I can’t imagine anyone not wanting to know the life behind the words. Especially words that pierce and absorb a reader to the extent that that reader is suspended in flight and hurled into another world. 


 
 Looks like this year is going to be a good one for reading books I already own!











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