I feel like I always expect classics to be deep and mindblowing with huge world-shifting themes, but in rea. This got me thinking about other novel titles. Lennie is a friend that adores him and would never betray him, and this is a treasure not many people have. Refresh and try again. George Milton is intelligent but uneducated and Lennie Small is extremely physically strong but mentally disabled. Thanks for letting me know.
Steinbeck frequently wrote and exposed the issues in American culture, at the time he was alive.
All in all we were told what to see in the book before we even began reading. It's also just really hard to review classics in general, because whereas "normal" books I can pick apart the plot, characters, pace, etc., there's something different about these. I had read this back in high school when it was mandated. A true first printing with the textual points on p. 9 and 88 as well as the priced dust jacket (avoid any dust jacket that doesn't retain the original price, $2.00). "If the story were callously told, the conclusion might be unbearable. [The story does have a sexist feel to it in the sense that the woman (not given a name in the story) was the downfall of Lennie and was only ever referred to as Curley’s wife. January 8th 2002 In all, he wrote twenty-five books, including sixteen novels, six non-fiction books and several collections of short stories. Start by marking “Of Mice and Men” as Want to Read: Error rating book. Of Mice and Men Summary. However, as John Steinbeck shows us at the end of the novel, not all dreams come true. Directed by George S. Kaufman, the cast starred Broderick Crawford as Lennie and Wallace Ford as George. [13] The 2014 production earned two Tony Award nominations at the 68th Tony Awards (O'Dowd—Leading Actor and Japhy Weideman—Lighting Design). There have been several revivals, the most recent produced in 2014, directed by Anna D. Shapiro with James Franco (George), Chris O'Dowd (Lennie)[6] and Leighton Meester (Curley's Wife). So it starts as you lay there awake, in the quiet hours of night, lulling your head to be hushed of those deafening thoughts, faces, voices, you kept on getting day long, as you con your head into forged drowsiness, and it starts dawning on you, the coiled snake sitting in the corner of your mind tilts its head, clogs every nerve in his coil, deep-seated thought of being all alone in this universe of biological process over process strikes you to the core, universal loneliness houses your whole. A Fine copy of the book in just about Fine dust jacket.