dusty

Jun 13, 2007 17:59

I pooped four times today.

There's a big giant book on my shelf and it haunts me. John Steinbeck, Writer - a Biography. I can't read it until I've finished a few more Steinbeck novels. I've already read most of them, but you know that shit never gets old. Just finished Cannery Row and The Red Pony, now on East of Eden (which I've never read, but I think it's his baby). Then I'll get to The Pearl, Tortilla Flat, Of Mice and Men, and for dessert - The Grapes of Wrath.

My grandfather owned a book distribution company which was the first to carry The Grapes of Wrath in paperback. Back then, the novel was considered so controversial that no one wanted to carry it in paperback. At a promotional dinner, my grandmother was seated next to the famous writer. Having no idea who he was, she leaned over to the woman next to her and said in a stage whisper, "My, he certainly is a sourpuss, isn't he?"

The woman, who happened to be Steinbeck's wife, agreed.

I love this story and I can't wait to crack open that biography. I'm going on a Steinbeck-a-thon. Wake me when it's over.
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