Read by John Steinbeck جون شتاينبك سعد زهران Online

First published in 1939, Steinbeck’s Pulitzer Prize winning epic of the Great Depression chronicles the Dust Bowl migration of the 1930s and tells the story of one Oklahoma farm family, the Joads, driven from their homestead and forced to travel west to the promised land of California. Out of their trials and their repeated collisions against the hard realities of an AmeriFirst published in 1939, Steinbeck’s Pulitzer Prize winning epic of the Great Depression chronicles the Dust Bowl migration of the 1930s and tells the story of one Oklahoma farm family, the Joads, driven from their homestead and forced to travel west to the promised land of California. Out of their trials and their repeated collisions against the hard realities of an America divided into haves and have-nots evolves a drama that is intensely human yet majestic in its scale and moral vision, elemental yet plainspoken, tragic but ultimately stirring in its human dignity. A portrait of the conflict between the powerful and the powerless, of one man’s fierce reaction to injustice, and of one woman’s stoical strength, the novel captures the horrors of the Great Depression and probes the very nature of equality and justice in America. Sensitive to fascist and communist criticism, Steinbeck insisted that "The Battle Hymn of the Republic” be printed in its entirety in the first edition of the book—which takes its title from the first verse: He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored.” As Don DeLillo has claimed, Steinbeck shaped a geography of conscience” with this novel where there is something at stake in every sentence.” Beyond that—for emotional urgency, evocative power, sustained impact, prophetic reach, and continued controversy—The Grapes of Wrath is perhaps the most American of American classics....

Title :
Author :
Rating :
ISBN : 17450042
Format Type : Paperback
Number of Pages : 719 Pages
Status : Available For Download
Last checked : 21 Minutes ago!


  • Malcolm Logan
    2019-05-06 00:30

    Whenever I revisit a classic I'm struck by how much more I get out of it now than I did when I was 24 or 19 or, God forbid, 15. Giving a book like the Grapes of Wrath to a 15 year old serves largely to put them off fine literature for the rest of their lives. The depth of understanding and compassion for the human condition as communicated by a book like this is simply unfathomable to those who haven't lived much life yet, but after you've gotten a healthy dose of living, it comes across like fine music to a trained ear. My heart doesn't bleed for the Joads today as it might have 25 years ago. Yes, it's grim and unfair, but it's no longer shocking or disturbing, and I can see now that Steinbeck didn't intend sensationalism to be the main point. What he's about is revealing the human dignity, the innate goodness and unbreakable pride of these people, and by extension the American people in general, something that still resonates today, especially with reference to the working classes. When the Joads and their kind decline government hand outs, requesting instead the simple opportunity to work hard and be rewarded commensurate with their labor (even if it means a grueling cross-country journey to a place they don't know) one can hear today's white working poors' exasperated disdain for government, insisting that they simply be allowed to keep more of their pay and not be held back in their efforts by nit-picking legalities and cultural trivialities that disapprove of their lifestyles. Sadly, most such people will never read the Grapes of Wrath. Worse yet, many liberal lawmakers won't read it again after high school and won't glean from it an essential understanding about the pride and perseverance of the American working class which the far right is playing like a fiddle much to the detriment of the entire nation. A book like the Grapes of Wrath should be required reading - for every American over 30.

  • Stephanie *Very Stable Genius*
    2019-04-27 22:25

    If you are an American you need to read The Grapes of Wrath. It scares the poop out of me because, my fellow Americans, we are repeating history. If live anywhere else read it as well as a guide for what not to do.In the Grapes of Wrath Mr. Steinbeck tells the tale of the first great depression through the Joad family from Oklahoma, who has been displaced from their family farm through no fault of their own. You see, there was a big bad drought which made farming impossible. In those days the family farm fed the family and what they had left over they sold. But when the drought hit the only thing that would grow was cotton, you can’t eat cotton, and that crop sucked the life right out of the soil so no other crop could grow in it for a very long time.“These things were lost, and crops were reckoned in dollars, and land was valued by principal plus interest, and crops were bought and sold before they were planted. Then crop failure, drought, and flood were no longer little deaths within life, but simple losses of money. And all their love was thinned with money, and all their fierceness dribbled away in interest until they were no longer farmers at all, but little shopkeepers of crops, little manufacturers who must sell before they can make. Then those farmers who were not good shopkeepers lost their land to good shopkeepers. No matter how clever, how loving a man might be with earth and growing things, he could not survive if he were not also a good shopkeeper. And as time went on, the business men had the farms, and the farms grew larger, but there were fewer of them.”Some guys with a lot of cash came along and bought up all the struggling family farms and leased the land back to the former family farmers and when they couldn’t produce, the new Owners kicked the families out of their homes. Put them on the streets, children and elderly and all……..who cares, right? Poor people are less than.From California came hand bills, pamphlets promising jobs and urging the homeless to drag their whole lives via barely moving junk heaps to the golden state where grapes grew in bunches by the side of the road. What choice did they have? They drove across deserts and mountains, losing loved ones along the way, they answered those hand bills in droves. What else could they do?What happened when they got to California? They didn’t get jobs, they got ridicule. They were called Okies and shitheals and were looked down upon. “How can they live like that?” The people with money would ask, as if being poor was a choice. As if they were just lazy and all it would take to get out of poverty was to get a job……but there were no fucking jobs. The owners sent out more handbills then they needed to. Why? Because the more men begging for a job the less the owners would have to pay them. Supply and demand. The greedy sons a bitches wanted to pay as little as possible, and that is exactly what they did. The Okies did not have a union of course.“And the great owners, who must lose their land in an upheaval, the great owners with access to history, with eyes to read history and to know the great fact: when property accumulates in too few hands it is taken away. And that companion fact: when a majority of the people are hungry and cold they will take by force what they need. And the little screaming fact that sounds through all history: repression works only to strengthen and knit the repressed. The great owners ignored the three cries of history. The land fell into fewer hands, the number of the dispossessed increased, and every effort of the great owners was directed at repression. The money was spent for arms, for gas to protect the great holdings, and spies were sent to catch the murmuring of revolt so that it might be stamped out. The changing economy was ignored, plans for the change ignored; and only means to destroy revolt were considered, while the causes of revolt went on.”Who are the “great owners” today? The Walton family (of Walmart), six of them, have the same amount of money as the bottom 40% of Americans. That is 124,720,000 people, people. $93 billion…..BILLION and they want more, more money than could be spent in several lifetimes. They don’t need it all, but the rest of America does. Do you think the Walton’s might have an interest in keeping people poor? Go check out who’s in that store at 3am. Let’s also take a look at who is running against President Obama. Mittens is so rich that he doesn’t even know what a doughnut is, and he’s fighting for the Waltons and all of the 1 %. He’s so rich he thinks he is entitled to the office and “us people” do not need to see his tax returns……the nerve of us, move on. We need to sit down, shut up, and stop asking questions because he, being a rich bastard, is an “owner” and we should know our place. Not bloody likely.“Our people are good people; our people are kind people. Pray God some day kind people won’t all be poor. Pray God some day a kid can eat.And the associations of owners knew that some day the praying would stop.And there’s the end.”Also posted at Shelfinflicted

  • Helen Ροζουλί Εωσφόρος Vernus Portitor Arcanus Ταμετούρο Αμούν Arnum
    2019-05-08 01:42

    “…Είναι μια χώρα λεύτερη.Ε, για δοκίμασε να κάνεις χρήση της λευτεριάς σου. Είσαι λεύτερος , σου λέει ο άλλος, μόνο σαν σου βαστά η τσέπη σου να πληρώσεις τη λευτεριά σου.”Τα σταφύλια της οργής είναι μια μαρτυρία που παρέχουν οι ανθρώπινες αισθήσεις. Οι αισθήσεις (σύμφωνα με τον Επίκουρο) αποτελούν το βασικότερο κριτήριο της αλήθειας. Μα η μαρτυρία του βιβλίου θαρρώ πως προηγείται και είναι ανώτερη απο στοχασμούς και θεωρίες. Απίστευτη δύναμη ο λόγος του Στάινμπεκ. Συγκλονίζει και αναγκάζει τον αναγνώστη να βιώσει καταστάσεις,να νιώσει συναισθήματα,να σκεφτεί,να συγκρίνει και να καταλήξει σε συμπεράσματα διαχρονικής "οργής",που θα προτιμούσε να αγνοεί.Με μια αξιοθαύμαστη απλότητα αυτό το μυθιστορηματικό έργο μοιάζει με μια γυμνή πραγματικότητα που έχει και τις έξι ανθρώπινες αισθήσεις και μας αφηγείται με πλήρη συνείδηση την κοσμοαντίληψη της εποχής του 1930 στην Αμερική (μεγάλο κραχ),που ωστόσο είναι σπαρακτικά-αρχετυπικά δεμένη και ταυτόσημη με τη σημερινή εποχή. Με την ανθρώπινη μοίρα. Η αίσθηση της "γεύσης" που έχει πάντα προστατευτικό ρόλο,γίνεται αντιληπτή καθώς παλεύει ανάμεσα στο γλυκό και το πικρό φάρμακο για τα βάσανα του ανθρώπου. Γευόμαστε πίκρα ανισότητας αγαθών,σπατάλης,φτώχειας,αισχροκέρδειας και θανάτου. Παράλληλα μας γλυκαίνει απολαυστικά η μεγαλοσύνη και η δύναμη της ανθρώπινης ψυχής. Η μεγάλη δύναμη και η ταπεινή αξιοπρέπεια της γυναικείας θέσης μέσα στην οικογένεια,η οποία δίνει τη ζωή,τη θρέφει και την διαφεντεύει ακλόνητα σαν αλάθευτη θέα. Η αίσθηση της όρασης είναι απαραίτητη για την επιβίωση. Απαιραίτητη για να βλέπει την ομορφιά και την ασχήμια. Μόνο που εδώ σε τούτο το βιβλίο βλέπει την απόλυτη αλήθεια. Και αυτή είναι η μαζική επίθεση της ολιγαρχίας του κέρδους κατά της υπόλοιπης ανθρωπότητας. Βλέπει μόνο μηχανές,τράπεζες,εσωτερικούς μετανάστες,αναδουλειά,πείνα,καχυποψία,εχθρότητα,απανθρωπιά.Ανέχεια και καταφρονεμένους ανθρώπους να δέχονται ανάλγητη συμπεριφορά απο το κεφάλαιο του καπιταλιστικού συστήματος. (Καμία σχέση με κομμουνιστικό σκεπτικό-είναι απλώς πανανθρώπινο). Η αίσθηση της όσφρησης σχετίζεται με το συναίσθημα.Κι εδώ τα αρώματα και οι δυσοσμίες είναι άπλετα. Αναγνωρίζουμε εύκολα οσμές χαλασμένων ανθρωπων,μυρωδιές μοχθηρίας,αίματος,εγωισμού,κακίας,απελπισίας και πίκρας. Όμως απο κάπου διαχέεται και ένα μεθυστικό άρωμα αλληλεγγύης, οικογενειακής θαλπωρής,συμπαράστασης,ελπίδας,αγάπης,αφοσίωσης και ανείπωτης ανθρωπιάς. Η αίσθηση της ακοής είναι επιλεκτικά έξυπνη. Ακούει το κλάμα,την κραυγή απόγνωσης,τη σιωπή που επικρατεί στον απόπατο της ψυχής των εργοδοτών,την κυκλική κίνηση της ιστορίας του κόσμου και το τραγούδι της ντροπής για τις ταξικές επιθέσεις του χρήματος. Το τραγούδι αυτό ακούγεται επαναληπτικά και δεν κουράζεται να ξαναλέει για τη γελοιοποίηση του βολεμένου και την προσμονή του φτωχού. Αραιά και που ακούγεται ένας ύμνος επανάστασης αλλά γρήγορα η ένταση χαμηλώνει τόσο που χανεται στον αέρα της ομηρίας. Ακολουθεί η αίσθηση της αφής. Ιδιαίτερα σημαντική για την πραγματικότητα που μας αφηγείται. Το άγγιγμα είναι σωτήριο. Η αγκαλιά το καλύτερο γιατρικό. Το φιλί η πρώτη επαφή με τον κόσμο. Η αφή μας προειδοποεί για οποιαδήποτε βλάβη μέσω του πόνου. Αισθανόμαστε το μεταξένιο άγγιγμα της δικαιοσύνης και της ελεύθερης ψυχής των βιοπαλαιστών ηρώων. Αγγίζουμε τα σημάδια και τις μελανιές που πονάνε διαρκώς επειδή τα αποτυπώνει εντονότερα το όνειρο που γίνεται εφιάλτης,το γέλιο των παιδιών που πεινάνε,τα σταφύλια της οργής που μεστώνουν και σαπίζουν. Και οι ανθρώπινες επινοήσεις που τρέφονται με κέρδος,όπως οι τράπεζες που αναπνέουν με χρήμα και εξουσιάζουν ζωές,μα δεν εξουσιάζονται. Τελευταία και σημαντικότερη η αίσθηση της διορατικότητας. Η ενόραση. Εδώ η γυμνή πραγματικότητα του βιβλίου έχει να πει εν κατακλείδι. «…..Να φοβάσαι τη μέρα που θα πάψουν οι βομβαρδισμοί, μ’ όλο πουν θα υπάρχουν ακόμα οι βομβαρδιστές, γιατί η κάθε μπόμπα είναι μια απόδειξη πως δεν πέθανε το πνεύμα. Να φοβάσαι και τη μέρα που θα σταματήσουν οι απεργίες, μ’ όλο που θα υπάρχουν ακόμα οι μεγάλοι ιδιοκτήτες-γιατί η κάθε μικροαπεργία που χτυπιέται, είναι μια απόδειξη πως έγινε το βήμα. Πρέπει κι αυτό να ξέρεις-να φοβάσαι τη μέρα που ο Συνειδητός Άνθρωπος θα πάψει να αγωνίζεται και να πεθαίνει για μια ιδέα, γιατί αυτή και μόνο η ιδιότητα είναι το θεμέλιο του Ανθρώπινου Συνειδητού, κι αυτή και μόνο η ιδιότητα κάνει να είναι ο άνθρωπος ένα όν ξεχωριστό μέσα στο σύμπαν.»Καλή ανάγνωση!!Πολλούς ασπασμούς!

  • Jason
    2019-05-13 02:26

    In the souls of the people the grapes of wrath are filling and growing heavy, growing heavy for the vintage.This book really gets my goat. Those poor, dirty Joads. So poor and so, so dirty. After being displaced from their Oklahoma farm following the Dust Bowl storms that wreck their crops and cause them to default on their loans, the Joads find themselves a family of migrants in search of work and food. They join a stream of hundreds of thousands of other migrant families across the United States to what they believe to be the prosperous valleys of California. Only once they arrive, they discover that there is nothing prosperous about it—not only is there a serious shortage of work (mostly caused by an overabundance of labor that came with the influx of so many other migrant families), but they also have to contend with growing anti-migrant sentiment among the local population and wealthy landowners who think nothing of taking advantage of them in their state of vulnerability. Without proper labor laws protecting worker’s rights and no trade unions to represent their interests, the Joads are severely underpaid for whatever work they do manage to find, and they simply fall deeper and deeper into despondency.The reason this gets my goat is ‘cause it doesn’t have to be that way. Yes, the Joads are uneducated and wouldn’t qualify for anything more than basic manual labor. Yes, it is the Great Depression and this is not an easy time to find a job even for skilled workers. And yes, they are a family of 47 and they probably look pretty ridiculous all crammed up in the back of their makeshift pickup truck. But gosh darn it, if only they had unions! If only they had fair labor standards to guarantee them a minimum wage! If only they had the protection of government legislation to prohibit wealthy landowners from colluding to keep prices high and wages low!Which leads me to wonder… what would Ayn Rand think of all this? After all, aren’t labor unions and economic regulation precisely what she argues against? By that account, if Atlas Shrugged is the supposed Bible of right-wing thinkers, then I’d have to say that The Grapes of Wrath might just be its antithesis. But the real difference, as far as I can tell, is that while Atlas Shrugged represents a crazy woman’s vision of a whack job world that could never actually exist, John Steinbeck tells it like it is, and how it was, for so many hard working Americans who were taken advantage of under a system that did nothing to protect them. And what’s even more remarkable is that Steinbeck’s characters (whom, by the way, Rand would refer to as “moochers”—just thought we should be clear on that) make Dagny Taggart and Henry Reardon look like a couple of pussies. What is it Ma Joad says? That if you’re in trouble or hurt or need, to “go to poor people—for they’re the only ones that’ll help.”This is a novel about the working poor, and it should serve to remind us what can go horribly wrong in an unregulated economy.

  • Luca Ambrosino
    2019-05-17 02:50

    ENGLISH (The Grapes of Wrath)/ITALIANOThe Great Depression, told through the journey of one of the many families of farmers fallen on hard times in the 1930s. The exhausting search for work, food and a roof over the head, put a strain on human dignity, and degrade the soul, making unexpected even genuine attitudes of solidarity by those who share the same destiny. But hunger and very poor living conditions sow grains of desperation, from which gems of gall immediately sprout."In the souls of the people the grapes of wrath are filling and growing heavy, growing heavy for the vintage" seems to be more a statement than a warning. We are human, and we are destined to fight the injustice by the uprising."And this you can know, fear the time when Manself will not suffer and die for a concept, for this one quality is the foundation of Manself, and this one quality is man, distinctive in the universe"And then Tom Joad, one of the protagonists of the biblical exodus, who is unable to tolerate the anguish that his loved ones suffer, becomes the symbol and the incarnation of the human being of John Steinbeck. However, readers have a bitter pill to swallow at the end.Vote: 8,5La Grande Depressione americana, raccontata attraverso il viaggio di una delle tante famiglie di agricoltori che caddero in rovina negli anni trenta. L'estenuante ricerca di lavoro, cibo e un tetto sotto cui dormire, mette a dura prova la dignità umana, abbrutisce l'anima, rendendo inattesa e insperata perfino la solidarietà da chi condivide lo stesso destino. Ma l'estremo disagio e la fame seminano chicchi di disperazione, dai quali germogliano subito gemme di fiele."Nei cuori degli umili maturano i frutti del furore e s'avvicina l'epoca della vendemmia" più che un monito, questo estratto lapidario rappresenta una semplice constatazione. Noi siamo esseri umani, e siamo destinati a combattere il sopruso con l'insurrezione."Sconfortante sarebbe notare che l'Umanità rinuncia a soffrire e morire per un'idea; perchè è questa la qualità fondamentale che è alla base dell'Umanità, questa la prerogativa che distingue l'uomo dalle altre creature dell'universo"E allora Tom, uno dei protagonisti dell'esodo biblico della famiglia Joad, con la sua incapacità a tollerare le angherie che subiscono i suoi cari, diventa il simbolo e l'incarnazione dell'essere umano di John Steinbeck. Tuttavia, alla fine, masticano amaro i lettori.Voto: 8,5

  • Jennifer
    2019-05-15 22:42

    *Review contains a partial spoiler*If you read enough reviews, you'll notice that most of the people who gave this book 1 or 2 stars had to read the book for a high school class. Most of the 4 and 5 star ratings came from those who read it as adults. I recommend listening to those who read it as adults. Many people hate the ending, but I thought it was great. Creepy? Yes, but there was an immense amount of beauty and generosity in that creepy little ending. At one point in the story, Ma tol' Rosasharn that it ain't all about her (most high school kids think everything is all about them, which is probably one reason they couldn't enjoy this book or most other classics they are forced to read). Realizing this at the very end made Rosasharn crack her first smile in ages (at least that's my take on the mysterious smile). I wasn't disappointed in the lack of closure at the end, because the closure came in the middle when Ma said, "Rich fellas come up an' they die, an' their kids ain't no good an' they die out. But we keep a'comin'. We're the people that live. They can't wipe us out; they can't lick us. We'll go on forever, Pa, 'cause we're the people." So you know they will be fine whether life continues to be a struggle or not. They will be better off than the rich man with the million acres they talked about - "If he needs a million acres to make him feel rich, seems to me he needs it 'cause he feels awful poor inside hisself, and if he's poor in hisself, there ain't no million acres gonna make him feel rich, an' maybe he's disappointed that nothin' he can do'll make him feel rich." Another good quote is "I'm learnin' one thing good...If you're in trouble or hurt or need - go to the poor people. They're the only ones that'll help - the only ones." I saw a special on 20/20 around Christmas time about how the lower class are more generous overall than the middle and upper class, so this still applies today. Would anyone like my savings account? I think I'm going to give poverty a shot : )

  • Lisa
    2019-05-04 01:22

    Man-made environmental catastrophe and its (in)human cost - a study in inequality and injustice!Imagine having to leave your country because it is a wasteland created by a decade of dust storms? Imagine having nowhere to go, but still crossing the desert in hope of finding a future after your past was wiped out by human failure, greed and environmental carelessness? Imagine not being welcome when you arrive, with nothing but what your family vehicle can carry ... “How can we live without our lives? How will we know it's us without our past?”Imagine nobody caring about those thousands of "us" who lost their identities with their farms and livelihoods. Immigrants are always also emigrants, and they carry the memory of being somebody, somewhere, in a distant past. To treat them as if they existed in a historical vacuum is as cruel as it is common, and it is the recurring topic of Steinbeck's heartbreaking writing.Steinbeck is one of those authors that I love unconditionally, more and more with each reading experience. I once travelled from where I lived in Texas to visit Steinbeck country in California - looking for his traces in Monterey and Salinas, always accompanied by his complete works, from hilarious short novels to the heavy epic novels of good and evil. In the end, I discovered his characters in the faces I saw on the road, I smelled his descriptions of nature in the humid or dry, dusty air, I heard his dialogues in the everyday exchanges on markets and in hot small town streets. I love them all, each one in my carefully kept Steinbeck collection. Asked by one of my children the other day which Steinbeck had influenced me most, I thought I was going to give an evasive, diplomatic answer, not making a statement for or against any specific story. Instead I heard myself say:"The Grapes of Wrath!"And the moment I said it I knew that I meant it. It may not exactly be my favourite Steinbeck, but definitely the one I feel uncomfortably, chillingly getting under my skin immediately. Just recalling the voices of the characters makes me shiver - as they suffer through the ordeal of fleeing from the Dust Bowl, that environmental catastrophe caused by greed and paid for by individual families, to a Californian paradise which doesn't welcome newcomers. The poverty, the suffering, the love and despair - it is tangible in each sentence, in each story line!Family saga, social study, historical document, political standpoint, ethical statement on compassion and greed - it is all there, but invisible under the masterfully crafted story, which has its own quality, beyond the message on the essential needs and worries of poor, common people without protective networks. I don't know how to close this review, as I am not done with this novel at all, despite having read it several times. But one quote shall stand as a warning to those who believe their wealth protects them against being humans, and feeling poor for behaving poorly:“If he needs a million acres to make him feel rich, seems to me he needs it 'cause he feels awful poor inside hisself, and if he's poor in hisself, there ain't no million acres gonna make him feel rich, an' maybe he's disappointed that nothin' he can do 'll make him feel rich.”

  • María
    2019-05-03 21:36

    Me ha encantado. Ganadora del Pulitzer en 1940 (no me extraña nada) y terriblemente polémica. Con la industrialización masiva de la agricultura, sus enormes costos e inversiones, millones de agricultores quedaron en la más absoluta ruina. Un drama sobre la emigración, la miseria, la explotación humana. La eterna búsqueda de la felicidad (¿no vamos todos tras ella?) y el paraíso, el edén; en este caso California. Una tierra de la que supuestamente mana leche y miel. Pero la familia Joad, igual de tozuda que la tortuga simbólica que aparece varias veces, se da de bruces con la realidad. Después de un viaje plagado de obstáculos California no es lo que esperaban. ¿Y dónde está el sueño americano? Aunque quiero dejarlo claro, esta novela no es un "panfleto comunista" como la tildaron muchos en su momento. Es un libro que habla sobre los derechos fundamentales de los seres humanos: comida, un techo, trabajo. La familia Joad solo busca trabajo y vivir en una casita humilde. El viaje no solo afecta físicamente a los personajes, sino que remueve sus conciencias. Especial mención a la Madre (con mayúsculas) pues es el pilar de la familia. Los mantiene unidos, sabe que solo se tienen a ellos mismos y aguanta cualquier cosa sin derrumbarse. No deja que en su rostro se refleje ni la preocupación ni el agotamiento, tirando de absolutamente todos los miembros de la familia. El final se cierra con broche de oro mediante un gesto que mezcla miseria y esperanza.

  • Ahmad Sharabiani
    2019-05-13 19:50

    592. The Grapes of Wrath, John Steinbeckخوشه‌ های خشم - جان استاین‌بک (امیرکبیر) ادبیات؛ تاریخ نخستین خوانش: سال 1977 میلادیعنوان: خوشه های خشم؛ نویسنده: جان اشتاین بک؛ مترجم: شاهرخ مسکوب؛ عبدالرحیم احمدی؛ تهران، امیرکبیر، چاپ اول 1328، در 520 ص؛ چاپ چهارم، 1346، در 624 ص؛ چاپ پنجم 1351، در 658 ص؛ چاپ هفتم 1356، چاپ هشتم 1357؛ موضوع: داستانهای نویسندگان امریکایی - قرن 20 مرمان در محکومیت بی‌عدالتی و روایت سفر طولانی یک خانواده ی تنگدست آمریکایی ست؛ که به امید زندگی بهتر، از ایالت اوکلاهما، به کالیفرنیا مهاجرت می‌کنند؛ اما اوضاع آن‌گونه که آن‌ها پیش‌بینی می‌کنند، پیش نمی‌رود. رخدادها در دهه ی سوم قرن بیستم میلادی و در سال‌های پس از بحران اقتصادی بزرگ آمریکا روی می‌دهند. اشتاینبک این رمان را در سال 1939 میلادی منتشر کرد. وی برای نگارش همین رمان برنده ی جایزه ی پولیتزر شد. جان فورد نیز در سال 1940 میلادی فیلمی با همین عنوان و با بازی هنری فوندا براساس داستان همین کتاب ساخته‌ است. کتاب در ایران توسط: شاهرخ مسکوب؛ و عبدالرحیم احمدی به فارسی ترجمه شده‌ است. نقل از متن: آره، از گشنگی داره میمیره. همون وقت که پنبه چینی میکرد ناخوش شد. شیش روز تمام چیزی نخورده بود. مادر، تا آن گوشه پیش رفت و مرد را نگاه کرد. پنجاه سالی داشت. با چهره ای ریشو و پوست استخوانی و چشمهای خیره و تهی. جوانک در کنار مادر ایستاده بود. زن پرسید: پدرته؟ آره، میگفت: گشنه نیس، یا همین حالا چیز خورده. همیشه سهمش را میداد به من. حالا دیگه نا نداره. به زحمت میتونه تکون بخوره. پایان نقل از متن کتاب ص 519

  • Maciek
    2019-05-11 23:37

    How can you frighten a man whose hunger is not only in his own cramped stomach but in the wretched bellies of his children?The Grapes of Wrath won John Steinbeck both the National Book Award and the Pulitzer Prize, firmly engraving his name on the stone tablet featuring the canon of Great American Writers. Published in 1939, it is arguably Steinbeck's best known work and is still widely read today. Admirers praised Steinbeck for writing an epic tale of Biblical proportions, singing songs of the common men and women and their struggle against exploitation by the rich and powerful, the strength of a family and the endurance human spirit in the Great Depression and the tragedy of the Dust Bowl, which forced many families to abandon land which was their livelihood for generations. Detractors accuse Steinbeck of being sentimental and one-sided, of greatly exaggerating the effect that the period and the surrounding had on the people he describes, of being a socialist, a Marxist, a communist and a propagandist (sometimes not all at once). Associated Farmers of California called the book "a pack of lies" and "communist propaganda", while Burton Rascoe writing for Newsweek added that The Grapes of Wrath was nothing more than superficial observation, careless infidelity to the proper use of idiom, tasteless pornographical and scatagorical talk.Criticism didn't stop at negative reviews. The book was banned across the country and sometimes publicly burned by enraged citizens; Steinbeck received hate mail and death threats. The book made him a lot of powerful enemies. The Associated Farmers have begun an hysterical personal attack on me both in the papers and a whispering campaign, he said, I’m a Jew,a pervert, a drunk, a dope fiend. A whispering smear campaign against Steinbeck was set in motion by his new enemies, aiming to defame him and turn him from a celebrated author into a figure of hatred: they accused him of being a Jew, who wanted to deliberately undermine the economy and acted in Zionist-communist interest. The Associated Farmers are really working up a campaign, he wrote to his agent, I have made powerful enemies with the Grapes. They will not kill me, I think, but they will destroy me if and when they can. He was right. When Lewis Milestone, author of the screenplay for Mice and Men came to central California to explore possible locations for the movie, Steinbeck never stopped at any ranches in fear that they might get physically assaulted by their residents. The undersheriff of Santa Clara County was a friend of Steinbeck, and warned him to never stay in a hotel room alone: the boys got a rape case set for you. You get alone in a hotel and a dame will come in, tear off her clothes, scratch her face and scream and you try to talk yourself out of that one. They won’t touch your book but there’s easier ways. Steinbeck found himself under enormous stress and strain as he realized that Associated Farmers controlled the sheriff's office in California, and were "capable of anything"; he was also investigated by the FBI under president Hoover, which saw him as a dangerous subversive. He had to adopt an alias while visiting Los Angeles and keep secret files. He was aware that most of the people who hated him have themselves been victims of propaganda used precisely by those who accused him of being a propagandist; he told his agent that The articles written against me are all by people who admit they haven’t read Grapes, indeed wouldn't dirty their minds with it.John Steinbeck in 1939, when the book was published. Still, at the same time, many other readers found The Grapes of Wrath to be enthralling and necessary - a book which attracted attention to the plight of poor migrant farm workers to the West, showed the brutality and harshness of their condition and challenged the nation to do better for those people. Earle Birney called the book a deed - the act of a man out of the pity and wrath of his heart, and it was read and loved as such. It captured the turbulent period of American history and provoked a reaction. It made an impact, a real and lasting one - which is its greatest achievement. Interestingly enough, within months of its publication journalist Carey McWilliams published his own work on treatment of migrant workers in California.Factories in the Field: The Story of Migratory Farm Labor in California was a landmark study which exposed the social and environmental damage inflicted by the growth of corporate agriculture in California, and a condemnation of both the politics and consequences of large-scale agribusiness. McWilliams documented the social and economic trends which led to establishment of huge land holdings in California and the constant need for cheap migrant labor; he found that the "Okies" were only the latest group to be exploited by the invisible owners of California's first industry. The previous groups included Native Americans and immigrants from China, Japan, Mexico, India, Armenia and the Philippines. Shortly before the publication of Factories in the Field, McWilliams became the head of California's Division of Immigration and Housing where he focused on improving wages for agricultural workers and their living conditions; he increased inspections of labor camps owned by the growers, as he felt that on-farm housing made the workers more dependent on their employers, and changed the formula which was used to deny relief to workers who refused to accept farm work at prevailing piece wages, effectively forcing some of the growers to increase their piece rates. Understandably, McWilliams and his work were also not well received by California growers; they called him an Agricultural Pest Number One, worse than pear blight or boll weevils, and accused of conspiring together with Steinbeck to ruin their reputation. Funnily enough the two never met, and did not arrange the release dates of their work in any way.(McWilliams was also involved in the committee led by senator Robert La Follette Jr., which became known as La Follette Civil Liberties Committee and which has performed the most extensive investigation in American history into employer violations of the rights or workers to organize and bargain collectively. Between 1936 and 1941, the committee conducted extensive hearings and collected a vast number of testimonies. These hearings exposed the tactics used by America's leading corporations to prevent their workers from forming unions: employment of extensive industrial espionage and strikebreaking services, stockpiling munitions such as submachine guns, rifles and tear gas, and even subverting local law by hiring their own police forces. The committee closed its hearings in late 1939 and early 1940, when it traveled up and down the California coast and collected testimonies of more than four hundred labor organizers, growers and farm workers. McWilliams ghostwrote the committee's report, a stern indictment of California's agricultural factory system, but it was not presented to Congress until October 1942, without much impact: no one was listening and no one cared, for we were at war.McWilliams felt that the War enabled both growers and state officials from implementing a reform which they would almost certainly would have been forced to implement otherwise, and that the whole country went to sleep until a young black girl named Rosa Parks refused to go to the back of the bus in Montgomery, Alabama in 1955. He, however, did not stay silent and stop working. On the contrary, failure to implement recommended reforms seemed to give him more strength to combat injustice: he published Prejudice: Japanese Americans, Symbol of Racial Intolerance, a sharp critique and a chronicle of internment of Japanese-Americans during the War, and was active in opposing McCarthyism. In 1960 Carey McWilliams became the first American reporter to reveal that the CIA was training a group of Cuban exiles in Guatemala to serve as guerrillas in the Bay of Pigs Invasion. His article appeared in October, five months before the invasion happened. He died in 1980.)Carey McWilliams, a good man.The copy of The Grapes of Wrath that I read had a great introduction by Robert DeMott, who provided plenty of excerpts from Steinbeck's journal and revealed his ambitions and doubts as he was composing the book. Steinbeck was convinced that if he could "do the book properly", it would be a truly American book and "one of the really fine books". At the same time, he was constantly thinking about what he perceived to be his own lack of ability and limitations as a writer, which greatly troubled him. Honesty was what he saw as the answer and the way to write the book - if he could keep the honesty in, everything would be fine. Steibeck had plenty of opportunity to do exactly that. While his initial writings have not been successful, he struck a chord with 1935's Tortilla Flat which tells the story of Danny and his friends, a group of paisanos who live in post-war Monterey. But real success came with a series of California novels, stories of common people trying to make it during the Great Depression - In Dubious Battle, Of Mice and Men and the most important one, The Grapes of Wrath.The severe drought of the early 1930's resulted in a massive agricultural failure in the southern region of the Great Plains, above all in western Oklahoma and the Texas panhandle, where the fields have been heavily overcultivated by wheat farmers after the first World War. The area consisted of millions of acres of exposed topsoil, no longer anchored by growing roots as the crops withered and died from lack of rainfall. Constant sunshine dried the soil and turned it into dust, which then blew away in amounts sufficient to black out the sky and reduce visibility to a few feet; these immense dust storms centered on the panhandles of Oklahoma and Texas, and the adjacent areas of Kansas, Colorado and New Mexico. By the mid 1930's countless families have been deprived of means to earn their livelihood, pay their mortgages and buy equipment necessary to stay competitive with growing industrialization. Dust Bowl victims were forced to leave their lands, and without any real prospects of employment move to California - the promised land.A dust storm hitting Boise City, right in the panhandle of Oklahoma on April 14th, 1935. This storm was particularly severe, and was one of the worst dust storms in American history, causing immense economic and agricultural damage - it is estimated to have displaced 300 million tons of topsoil in the Great Plains. It became known as the Black Sunday. (Right click - open in a new tab for a bigger photo)In 1936 Steinbeck was hired by the San Francisco News, which commissioned him to write a series of articles on the Dust Bowl migration. To write the seven articles, published as The Harvest Gypsies, Steinbeck traveled to California and visited local labor camps, shantytowns and Hoovervilles - migrant settlements named so after President Herbert Hoover, who was widely blamed for the Depression. There he met Tom Collins, manager of the Weedpatch Camp who became a major source of information and a travelling companion. Collins collected statistics on camp life which Steinbeck used as primary material for his articles, and both traveled together on three trips through California. They visited the settlements, went to meetings, stayed on camps and ranches, worked in the fields. After the publication Steinbeck and his wife drove west along Route 66, from Oklahoma to California, like countless migrants before them.These experiences provided Steinbeck with more than enough material to depict the lives of poor farmers forced to migrate west. He set out to write a novel, conscious of the importance of what he saw and experienced. I am not writing a satisfying story, he told his editor, Pascal Covici. I've done my damnedest to rip a reader's nerves to rags, I don't want him satisfied...I tried to write this book the way lives are being lived not the way books are written.All through the process, Steinbeck remained aware of the fact that he was creating a literary work. DeMott describes The Grapes of Wrath as an engaged novel with a partisan posture, many complex voices, and passionate prose styles. Steinbeck saw the composition process of the novel similar to the composition of a symphony - he wanted his chapters, voices and styles speak to each other, resonate with recurring themes, the total impression far more powerful than its individual parts. Steinbeck wrote of events and people he himself experienced and knew, and his concern was humanitarian: to do justice to the migrant men and women, their desire to work and their efforts to retain their dignity and settle in the Promised Land, be an advocate for the common working people whose abuse by their corporate employers was largely a silent tragedy. Men willing to work were hungry and starved in the land of plenty, which for Steinbeck (and any moral human being) was unacceptable; He sided with David rather than Goliath, and set out to write an epic which would surpass all of his other work. This must be a good book, he wrote in his journal, it simply must. I haven't any choice. It must be far and away the best thing I have ever attempted - slow but sure, piling detail on detail until a picture and an experience emerge. Until the whole throbbing thing emerges.Steinbeck was aware of his ambition and consciously employed imagery from and parallels to the single best read epic text in the US - the Bible. The exodus of the Joad family to California was written with the attention and momentum of the Biblical Exodus of the Isrealites, led by Moses out of Egypt. California is the Promised Land,a good and spacious land, a land flowing with milk and honey (Exodus 3:7-9). The Okies arriving at the border of California are stopped by the border patrol guards, who refuse to let them enter (except for when the labor is needed) - much like the Israelites faced persecution and cruelty from the Amonites, Moabites and Edomites when they were trying to enter Caanan. Tom Joad can be seen as Moses - he killed a man who spoke bad about Jim Casy, like Moses killed an Egyptian who was beating a Hebrew slave, and both served as leader figures for their people. Jim Casy is a Christ figure, down to the same initials - a preacher who questioned the established religion and fought the temptations of flesh, and lead the twelve Joads like Christ lead his twelve disciples. Like Jesus, he disappeared and wandered alone; He taught the gospel of social and spiritual unity: love for all men, sympathy for the poor and oppressed. (view spoiler)[Casy believed in his mission to save the suffering workers so much that he was willing to give his life for it, and his death is exactly like that of Christ - he dies a martyr, killed because of his beliefs, murdered by an agent of power with a piece of wood. (hide spoiler)]. The Joads depend on their car like Noah depended on his ark, and like Noah gathered all the necessary species to preserve life on earth they gathered all their important things to ensure their own survival. The old Testament practically jumps off the page - there's even a literal flood in this story.It is also interesting to see from the perspective of a contemporary reader how the novel reads like a perfect example of a dystopian novel: large banks took hold over the land of the Joads and evicted them from it, forcing them to leave their native land of Oklahoma where society has collapsed and migrate towards a new, better world. The theme of large corporations and financial institutions effectively assuming control over lives of individual people is a classic dystopian theme, and so is the journey of a group of those who survived the collapse of society - classic example being The Stand, more recent being the Pulizer winning The Road. Steinbeck's landscape is bleak and hostile, his protagonists experience real life-threatening risks and deprivations which forces them to cross many boundaries. The Grapes of Wrath became the most successful social protest novel of the 20th century, and its message remains fresh and accurate even today, especially today. We live in a period characterized by growing income inequality and the widening gap between the richest and the poorest, where certain institutions of the financial sector have been deemed "too big to fail" effectively making them more dangerous than ever. Corporations lobby the politicians to ensure that their own interests are met, and enjoy a wide range of big government subsidies and tax breaks, sponsored by ordinary citizens. While the big corporations enjoy all the benefits guaranteed by a big, nanny state ordinary citizens are being told that they don't deserve it and that they have to help themselves and pull themselves up by their own bootstraps; politicians and pundits use the words "welfare" in pejorative context when it comes to their own viewers and constituents, as if it was something shameful instead of an extended hand, which helps the ordinary working people stay afloat. A welfare state is inconsiderable if it could actually benefit those who need it most - the poor and struggling ordinary citizens, who are left to walk on their own and slowly cross to the other side. In this vision of society all that I regard as a vice is turned into a virtue: greed, selfishness and no care for the weaker, a world where people push forward with sharp elbows and know the price of everything and the value of nothing. American economist Robert Reich recently made a succinct post on his Facebook page, which I quote here in its entirety (emphasis mine). Play us out, Mr. Reich."One of the legacies of the Reagan-Thatcher era -- which is very much still with us -- was to denigrate the very idea of the "public good." Anything preceded by the adjective "public" -- public schools, public transportation, public parks, public libraries, public welfare -- was (and is) suspect. The private sector, it was assumed, could do it better; competition and the profit motive would generate savings and efficiencies; citizens would be better served if they were treated as "customers" and "clients." Well, we now have three decades to assess the results. What happened? "Privatization" has meant more profits for the private sector, better services for those wealthy enough to pay more for them, and poorer services and higher taxes for almost everyone else. The rich have seceded into their own private schools, private jets, private health clubs, and privatized communities; most Americans must now pay individually for what previous generations paid for collectively, through their taxes. Certain public goods, like higher education, have morphed into private investments. But the biggest loss, I think, has been our sense of the common good itself: out understanding that we are all in it together, that we are bound together by an implicit social contract involving obligations to one another that define a decent society, and that much of what we have and enjoy in life depends on what we achieve in common with others."["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>

  • Henry Avila
    2019-04-23 18:43

    During the bleakness of the dry, dust bowl days , as the suffocating particles fall everywhere can't breath... in your nose, eyes, clothes, food, house, the darkness at noon, unable to see the Sun during a dust storm, the top soil flying away carried by the winds, never to return in the Depression, when people , farmers lost their homes and land to the banks, incapable to repay their loans , (no crops no money) symbolized by the Joad family of Oklahoma , in the 1930's . Seeing black and white pictures tell only a small portion of this, the real story that John Steinbeck wrote about masterfully in his novel , The Grapes of Wrath. Where a hungry, large group of people, travel to the promise land of California a distant , 1,500 miles away but find more starvation, abuse and death. In an old dilapidated automobile the Joad's , Ma, the de facto leader, and Pa, Tom, just released from prison for killing a man in self defense, ( it didn't help that both were drunk) . Rose, a teenager married to a lazy, shiftless dreamer, Connie and pregnant, Uncle John who likes the bottle and his late wife, he mourns too much for, their ancient parents and four other children. And last but not least, the preacher Reverend Jim Casy, who doesn't want to preach no more, having lost his faith the thirteenth member ( some will not get to their goal) . He's now, after walking around searching for a purpose, in fact living like a bum, decides since the people have left for the Golden State , why not him too ? Oklahoma, Texas, New Mexico, Arizona and at long last crossing the Colorado River, into the paradise of California, with high mountains and hot steaming deserts, discovering more desert wastelands and still hundreds of miles to the fertile, prosperous , pretty, fabulously wealthy valley , of San Joaquin, the richest one on the planet. But not for the 300,000 Okies , ( a misnomer, since many are not from Oklahoma) an unknown name to the newcomers, as they're scornfully called here, unfriendly natives and police hate , greatly distrust these poor, needy miserable folks and frightened of them, most assuredly. The affluent farmers keep cutting the wages, 30 cents an hour, 25, 20 and dropping, how can the workers survive? Tom is angry, tired of the endless struggle going from place to place in search of work, lack of food, housing, especially the treatment by the well off... like he is scum . Nevertheless believes that nobody is above him and will fight back, if necessary. Deadly strikes, deputies burning down the laborers camps, violence and starving the old and the young, the vulnerable will not endure. A strong statement about man's inhumanity to his fellow being ...A little kindness sought but will it be found ?

  • Dolors
    2019-04-19 22:34

    Oklahoma, 1939. Tractors invade the barren plains, ruining crops, demolishing houses, stripping farmers of their livelihood, leaving only billows of dust and ransacked land behind. Bewildered families choke with disbelief at the lame excuses of the landowners who blame a monster bigger than them. Not the severe droughts, not the iron machines, not their useless greed, but the bank, the bank forced them to do it. And so a pilgrimage of thousands of destitute families to the promised land of California where the valleys are ripe with fresh hope and sweet grapes begins, and the roads become a limbless reptile hauling an endless tail of wrecked trucks and rootless people who have exchanged their living heritage for the expectation of honest jobs and decent lives. A debunked list of thwarted illusions and betrayed promises awaits the Joads, the protagonists of Steinbeck’s tale of protest and epitomization of countless second rate Americans who had to endure the degradation of being treated like cattle, the marginalization of inhuman living conditions and the bigoted treatment of their fellow citizens as a result of the Great Depression’s climatic, social and economic debacle.More than seventy years later, Steinbeck's denouncement of the effects of an abusive system that endorses laws of supply and demand over humanity and social justice mirrors the precarious situation of many developed countries that are struggling against unmanageable unemployment rates and massive migratory movements, which elevates the writer’s prophetic voice of protest to an enduring literary classic that speaks on its own.“The Grapes of Wrath” is composed of juxtaposed symphonic alternating movements. Short, jazzy and lyrical chapters combining journalistic language with spiritual rhythms give an atemporal view on the migrant drama, which in turn arise as premonitory for the interweaved longer narrative chapters depicting the Joad family’s exodus to California and their symbolic plight for moral equity.Framed in bold dialogue and raw dialectical jargon, a menagerie of styles, dissonant voices, folk wisdom and biblical imagery gives shape to the mystic soul of the book, which orbits around two concentric points: land and family.When the Joads are obliged to abandon their farm they are also deprived of their dignity, of their ancestry, of their roots. Once the land is lost, drastic developments threaten the family unit but Ma Joad, tough and vulnerable mother, resilient and respectful wife, gentle and brawly cornerstone of the Joads' collective willpower, and her son Tom, the male counterpoint to Ma’s ability to adapt, personify the indignation that fuels the spark of revolt to preserve self-respect in front of implacable adversity. But when hope becomes desperation, desperation melts in prayer, prayer degenerates into hunger and hunger ferments in wrath and the skies break lose in floods of misfortune and a mother caresses the disfigured face of her son in the dark, the debilitated bonds that kept the family together shatter silently in fragmented impotence and paralyzing vexation, leaving only one absolute, pulsating soul that speaks for all people, the ghost of Tom Joad: “Then it don’t matter. Then I’ll be aroun’ in the dark. I’ll be ever’where – wherever you look. Wherever they’s a fight so hungry people can eat, I’ll be there. Wherever they’s a cop beatin’ up a guy. I’ll be there. I’ll be in the way kids laugh when they’re hungry an’ they know supper’s ready. An’ when our folks eat the stuff they raise an’ live in the houses they build – why, I’ll be there.” And this is how Steinbeck’s polivalent epic evolves from socio-economic determinism to numinous spirituality, for the fury of losing land and lineage metamorphoses into a chant of redemptive love for mankind that overcomes individual boundaries, temporal limits and material needs and rekindles a perdurable harmonious faith that can only be born of the most inexhaustible and universal compassion. “The people in flight from terror behind – strange things happen to them, some bitterly cruel and some so beautiful that the faith is refired forever.”

  • Carol
    2019-04-23 19:40

    OMGOSH! Powerful and Tragic.......with an ending NEVER to be forgotten!In THE GRAPES OF WRATH, hard times plague the Joad family from beginning to end, and chronicle the Great Depression of the 1930's. No rain, dust storms and the dreaded "monster" bank ended a much-loved and long-lived way of life forcing farmers to become migrant workers traveling from one unwelcome place to another; and No work + No money = No food, but the Joad's never give up despite being tired, beaten down, angry and sad. They shared their lives, what little food they had and gave everything of themselves as you will see by the remarkable conclusion of this 1939 classic."Jus' try to live the day, jus' the day."While not a particularly fast read, Steinbeck (my #1 favorite author) creates realistic characters and devotes several (short) interim chapters (including Chapter 1) to developing an atmospheric description of the time, and.......While EAST OF EDEN continues to be one of my all-time favorite reads, I definitely felt THE GRAPES OF WRATH deserving of a 5 Star rating as well. "It is a work conceived on a completely different plane."

  • Madeline
    2019-05-11 01:48

    Chirst. This was a tough one to read.I don't just mean it was depressing. It was, obviously - a book about a poor family being forced from their home during the Great Depression and having to beg for the chance to pick cotton at fifteen cents per hour can't be anything except depressing - but it wasn't the most depressing book I've ever read. That honor probably goes to The Hunchback of Notre Dame, although I guess Angela's Ashes is a close second. This was hard to read, not because it was a portrayal of a horrible period of history that actually happened. That contributed to the tragedy of the book, of course, coupled with the knowledge that there were not just a few Joad families during the Great Depression, but millions of them, so your percentage of possible happy endings is going to be pretty low. It wasn't even sad because Steinbeck was using the backdrop of the Great Depression to illustrate the greater problems in America - the disparity between rich and poor, the way low-level laborers have to fight tooth and nail to achieve the most basic human rights, the fact that the people who run the major banks and farms are horrible unfeeling shells of human beings, etc. The Grapes of Wrath is sad for all of these reasons, but here is what makes it sadder than anything: not the fact that Steinbeck is writing about a horrible period in history that's behind us now. It's because that horrible period went away, and then it came back. We aren't in the middle of a second Dust Bowl, but make no mistake: we are living in the second Great Depression. If you haven't read yet and have always been meaning to, there's no better time than now. Steinbeck's book was written in the late 1930's, but just about everything that happens here is happening right in your state - possibly in your neighborhood - as you read this. You read about the banks in the Great Depression sending men to bulldoze people's houses while the family stood outside, and find yourself thinking, "Well, at least now they just pile all your stuff on the curb after you get foreclosed on." You read about migrant families accepting offers to work all day at pitiful wages, because fifteen cents an hour is still better than zero cents an hour and the kids have to eat, and you think about the immigrants who pick your food in exchange for shitty wages. You read about the Joad family and the others being called "Okies" and forced out of their camps by the cops, and think about politicians who scream about "illegals" taking away the good American jobs and deporting kids' parents. Is this review getting too politcally-minded? Good. That's how Steinbeck would have wanted me to talk about his book, because let me assure you - The Grapes of Wrath is extremely fucking political. Another reviewer called it the anti-Atlas Shrugged, which is pretty damn apt. It's all about unions and the rights of the worker and how poor people need government assistance because sometimes life just sucks for no fucking reason.It's sad and it's searing, and beautifully written, and unrelentingly depressing. But it should be read. (the only reason this gets four stars instead of five is because of the ending. Look, I know that Steinbeck didn't have to give the Joads a happy ending, and I'm not saying he gave them a sad one either - he gave them a weird one instead. I was already pretty sick of hearing about Rose of Sharon and her magical pregnancy, so it was just the cherry on top of a shit subplot sundae that the ending (view spoiler)[had her breastfeeding an old man after her baby died. First: allow me to turn into a middle-schooler for a second and say ewwwwwwwwwww. Second: I kind of get what Steinbeck was trying to say with his ending, because it kind of tied into his idea that the only ones who help poor people are other poor people, and Rose of Sharon was literally feeding a dying man with her own body and oh my god personal sacrifice...but on the other hand, she was breastfeeding an adult man. And it was weird and gross and then the book was over. Nope. (hide spoiler)]

  • Diane
    2019-05-05 22:23

    This novel is amazing. The Grapes of Wrath is one of those books that for years I'd been embarrassed I hadn't read yet. I was familiar with other works by John Steinbeck, but somehow I hadn't gotten around to this classic of American literature until now.Pardon my language, but holy shit is this book good. I was blown away by the scope of the work, how it followed not just the Joad family traveling from Oklahoma to California, but it also meditated on the problems of all the displaced families of the Great Depression, and on all the poor farmers who were driven from their homes and their lands by Big Banks and Greedy Corporations. Many of those farmers ended up in California, hoping to find work and a decent living, but instead found menial wages, prejudice, hunger and disease. It's a devastating chapter of American history.I listened to this on audio, read by the talented actor Dylan Baker, and I would highly recommend his performance. I also recommend the 1940 film version directed by John Ford and starring Henry Fonda, which was mostly faithful to the book. In the movie, Fonda seems to be carrying the entire weight of the Depression on his shoulders.I think what is most alarming about reading The Grapes of Wrath in the early 21st century is recognizing how relevant the themes are today, because the country is still run by big banks and greedy corporations. Karl Marx was right: The working class is oppressed, y'all.Five stars for the impressive John Steinbeck. Five stars for the Joad family, searching for a new life. And five stars for Dylan Baker's excellent narration.Favorite Quotes"There ain't no sin and there ain't no virtue. There's just stuff people do.""And the little screaming fact that sounds through all history: repression works only to strengthen and knit the repressed.""Muscles aching to work, minds aching to create - this is man.""She seemed to know, to accept, to welcome her position, the citadel of the family, the strong place that could not be taken. And since old Tom and the children could not know hurt or fear unless she acknowledged hurt or fear, she had practiced denying them in herself. And since, when a joyful thing happened, they looked to see whether joy was on her, it was her habit to build laughter out of inadequate materials....She seemed to know that if she swayed the family shook, and if she ever deeply wavered or despaired the family would fall.""If he needs a million acres to make him feel rich, seems to me he needs it 'cause he feels awful poor inside hisself, and if he's poor in hisself, there ain't no million acres gonna make him feel rich, an' maybe he's disappointed that nothin' he can do 'll make him feel rich.""Sure, cried the tenant men,but it’s our land…We were born on it, and we got killed on it, died on it. Even if it’s no good, it’s still ours….That’s what makes ownership, not a paper with numbers on it."

  • Renato Magalhães Rocha
    2019-05-09 02:40

    The Grapes of Wrath is a story about the pursuit of power by a few selected individuals and its domino effects on the society and the lives of thousands of people. While the story itself is set on the times of the Great Depression, back in the 1930s and 1940s, we can still trace parallels with the contemporary world we’re living in more than 60 years later. Sadly, still to this day, we can see in the news that there are people working for less than the minimal wage and under slave labor conditions.To tell us this story, John Steinbeck presents to us the life of the Joads: a big united, poor family who lives in Oklahoma under a tenancy system until their lives start to derail - because of the drought, tightness of money, agricultural changes (now a tractor can put ten families out of work…) -, which leads them to a hopeful journey to California in search of jobs, dignity, happiness and means to fulfill their simple dreams: Ma Joad would love to have her “little white house”; all Grandpa wanted was to have grapes soaking his beard; and Rose of Sharon fantasized about having ice in her house.Slow paced and packed with long descriptions, I imagined it would take me up to three weeks to get through the book by my reading standards; it took me nine days instead. It was impossible to not start caring about the family right away or to stop desiring that they would have a deserved happy ending where they would finally find some relief. As the pages turned though, I realized that the Joads represented the lives of thousands and that their fates would likely be consistent to the sore reality of what happened to the majority of the migrants on the same road as them. In order to help us to realize the bigger picture that he wanted to portray, Steinbeck used smaller chapters, that felt almost like interludes, showing us the similar situation that unidentified people were enduring.A big highlight for me was that the author succeeded in making his characters realistic, and it was plain to see that their behaviors were in line with their personalities in every one of their actions (i.e., Tom was painted since the beginning as being someone suspicious of other people’s intentions and always reacting, fighting back because of that - maybe because of the time he spent in McAlester prison for committing homicide). Having known and been around tenant farmers myself, it was clear to me how Steinbeck really captured their persona, temper and features while conceiving these characters. In doing some research about him and the writing of his book, I found out that he actually bought a car, drove to Oklahoma and followed the migrants’ path along Route 66 to California. Before completing The Grapes of Wrath, he wrote some reports on the subject and was working on an unfinished novel called The Oklahomans.One of the striking traces I recognized in the Joads - and mainly everyone they met in their journey, but best represented in the book by the Wilson and the Wainwright families - was that they were truly willing to share whatever they had even under those trying times. This compassionate way of thinking and their mentality of doing good in order to receive good things ironically turned out to be working against them in more than one occasion.Throughout their ride to California, they’ve encountered many individuals who had been there, looked for jobs, (some even actually worked) but instead decided to go back home because they saw that it wasn’t as dreamlike as the handbills made it out to be. So the Joads were warned about it more than once but still decided to make it, convincing themselves that it’d turn out different for them because they would do everything accordingly, they would work properly and be honest. Their simplistic logic blindsided them into not realizing there were bigger interests in the game. Also because of that, it was near impossible for them to understand why the big shots (through the big companies) with millions and so much land could still be so greedy, still wanting to turn a higher profit, in detriment of their (and thousands of) family’s most basic needs.In some ways - the fate of a family representing the social conditions of that time, having to bear to that situation apparently because of a few selected individuals in quest for (more) power (isn’t that what it all always comes down to?) and the inevitable cause vs consequences analysis -, this novel is analogous to Tolstoy’s War and Peace, where we understand the effects that the French invasion had in Russia through the lives of (mainly) the Rostóvs and the Bolkonskys.For film buffs: I’ve only watched The Grapes of Wrath directed by John Ford, and I recommend it. Although there are some changes, it stays somewhat faithful to the story and the acting is on point all around, with Jane Darwell (Ma Joad) deservingly winning an Academy Award for Best Supporting Actress. The major difference from the novel is that the film adaptation switched some events and it ends in a high note, leaving us hopeful and optimistic, under the impression that everything will turn out well. The controversial ending of the book also isn’t on the film.Rating: putting aside all of the social, political and economic analysis - the book was actually banned in the USA and deemed as propaganda -, the story of the Joads is still very compelling and moving - even though Steinbeck was also accused of too much sentimentalism. It was heartbreaking to wander with them in their unfortunate journey that, sadly, left us with little hope to be expected for the family’s fate: 5 stars.

  • فرشاد
    2019-04-21 02:25

    برای کسانی که بدنبال لذت درک لبخند ژکوند هستند ! چیزی که‌میخوام بنویسم بیشتر از جنس احساسه‌ تا از جنس تحلیل .. فقط بیست صفحه از کتاب رو‌خونده بودم‌و تونستم باهاش ارتباط برقرار کنم .. یه شب بارونی بهار .. حوالی ساعت ده شب خوندن‌ رو‌شروع‌ کردم و تا هفت صبح یکنفس خوندم .. نزدیک به ده ساعت یه حس عجیب و غریب که تووی این بیست سالی که میخونم اولین بار بود که برام اتفاق میفتاد .. چهارصد صفحه‌اول رو یه تیکه و پیوسته خوندم .. کتاب با هر سطرش روح ‌خواننده ‌رو‌به ‌درد میاره ..جاهایی از داستان قلب ادم واقعا به درد میاد .. عجیب نیست که خود نویسنده بعد از نوشتن این رمان مدتی دچار اختلال روحی میشه .. داستان روایت اوارگی یه خانواده پرجمعیت تووی شاهراه شماره ۶۶ هست و مصیبت هایی که یکی بعد از دیگری گریبان گیر این خانواده میشه .. شخصیت ها به راحتی اب خوردن حذف میشن .. و هر بار یه بهت سنگین فضای سیاه داستان رو‌در بر میگیره .. میتونم بگم دیگه محاله بتونم همچین‌داستان زیبایی بخونم .. مخصوصا پایان داستان .. بدون شک نقطه اوج داستان همون سه سطر انتهایی داستان هست .. اونقدر دردناک که انگار هیچ وقت قرار نیست از ذهن خارج بشه .. بهترین رمانی بود که تووی زندگیم خوندم ...

  • Natalie Vellacott
    2019-04-29 23:23

    This was a library book. I didn't get on with it at all despite trying to read it twice. I gave up about a third of the way through in the end. It is about the life of one American family during the Great Depression. There is some beautiful creative writing in places but the story itself is so very slow. It just didn't hold my interest due to the lengthy dialogue between the characters who were talking about nothing in particular. It was like being a fly on the wall at a really dull tea party where everyone is making small talk. It seems they were allowing waves of nostalgia to sweep over them--forcing everyone to listen as one by one they recounted monotonous tales from their youth.I guess I probably shouldn't make such comments about something labelled a classic, but for me it was not. As a Christian, I also found the language, particularly the regular blasphemy, offensive and would probably have stopped reading earlier for that reason had it not been a classic. I also didn't appreciate the early scenes where the local vicar was using his position to bed all of the young women in his parish.I don't recommend this book due to the language, the sexual content and the monotony, I'm sorry I wasted a few hours on it. I consider that I have carried out my duty by advising you, fellow readers, not to do the same.

  • Helene Jeppesen
    2019-04-19 21:26

    This book was incredibly scary; especially because it was so realistic. John Steinbeck has a way of depicting society and people in a raw and honest way that leaves you with a hollow feeling inside, and yet you devour his books because they are so amazing. In "The Grapes of Wrath" we meet Tom, who has just been released from prison on probation, as well as his family who's about to move to the West because banks and tractors have evicted them from their own home and land. It's USA in the middle of the Great Depression and times are changing. Everyone is moving from East to West in order to find work and survive these new and abhorrent circumstances. In many ways, the writing of this book is very straight-forward, but at the same time it digs deeper when you read between the lines and look behind the characters' behaviour and dialogue. I was especially fond of how Steinbeck, at every other chapter, stops up to depict the conditions in America at that point in time; whether it be about a car seller and his greediness, the devastating conditions for the workers in the fruit fields or a turtle. I was a big fan, and especially the ending left me speechless. Until now, "East of Eden" has been my favourite of Steinbeck's, but "The Grapes of Wrath" is a close runner-up.

  • Nandakishore Varma
    2019-05-18 21:25

    NEW DELHI: There has been an upward trend in cases of farmer suicides in Maharashtra, Telangana, Karnataka and Punjab recently, besides reporting of instances in Gujarat, Uttar Pradesh and Tamil Nadu, says an Intelligence Bureau note submitted to the Modi government late last week.The December 19 report, marked to national security adviser Ajit Kumar Doval, principal secretary to the Prime Minister Nripendra Mishra, and agriculture ministry, among others, has blamed rising farmer suicides on erratic monsoon (at the onset stage) this year, outstanding loans, rising debt, low crop yield, poor procurement rate of crops and successive crop failure. It also linked the agriculturists' woes to a depleted water table, unsuitable macro-economic policies with respect to taxes, non-farm loans and faulty prices of import and export. - The Times of India, Dec. 26, 2014More than 270,000 Indian cotton farmers have killed themselves since 1995. Campaigners say a contributing factor may be the high price of genetically modified seeds flooding the market, which is piling pressure on poorly paid growers, forcing many into a cycle of unmanageable debt. - The Guardian, May 5, 2014There are some books which hit you with an impact like a sledgehammer. The Grapes of Wrath by John Steinbeck is such a book.I read it during a period of recuperation after a severe bout of viral flu during my late teens. I never knew who Steinbeck was before I read this book, and I had only a sketchy idea of what the Great Depression was. After I finished it, I had become a fan of the author, and my political views had shifted permanently to the left of the spectrum.The Western States nervous under the beginning change. Texas and Oklahoma, Kansas and Arkansas, New Mexico, Arizona, California. A single family moved from the land. Pa borrowed money from the bank, and now the bank wants the land. The land company--that's the bank when it has land--wants tractors, not families on the land. Is a tractor bad? Is the power that turns the long furrows wrong? If this tractor were ours it would be good--not mine, but ours. If our tractor turned the long furrows of our land, it would be good. Not my land, but ours. We could love that tractor then as we have loved this land when it was ours. But the tractor does two things--it turns the land and turns us off the land. There is little difference between this tractor and a tank. The people are driven, intimidated, hurt by both. We must think about this.One man, one family driven from the land; this rusty car creaking along the highway to the west. I lost my land, a single tractor took my land. I am alone and bewildered. And in the night one family camps in a ditch and another family pulls in and the tents come out. The two men squat on their hams and the women and children listen. Here is the node, you who hate change and fear revolution. Keep these two squatting men apart; make them hate, fear, suspect each other. Here is the anlarge of the thing you fear. This is the zygote. For here "I lost my land" is changed; a cell is split and from its splitting grows the thing you hate--"We lost our land." The danger is here, for two men are not as lonely and perplexed as one. And from this first "we" there grows a still more dangerous thing: "I have a little food" plus "I have none." If from this problem the sum is "We have a little food," the thing is on its way, the movement has direction. Only a little multiplication now, and this land, this tractor are ours. The two men squatting in a ditch, the little fire, the side-meat stewing in a single pot, the silent, stone-eyed women; behind, the children listening with their souls to words their minds do not understand. The night draws down. The baby has a cold. Here, take this blanket. It's wool. It was my mother's blanket--take it for the baby. This is the thing to bomb. This is the beginning--from "I" to "we."If you who own the things people must have could understand this, you might preserve yourself. If you could separate causes from results, if you could know Paine, Marx, Jefferson, Lenin, were results, not causes, you might survive. But that you cannot know. For the quality of owning freezes you forever into "I," and cuts you off forever from the "we."The Western States are nervous under the beginning change. Need is the stimulus to concept, concept to action. A half-million people moving over the country; a million more restive, ready to move; ten million more feeling the first nervousness.And tractors turning the multiple furrows in the vacant land.Has there been a change? I don't think so. The news items quoted above are only a sample.The tractors of capitalism are still mowing the vacant land....and in the eyes of the people there is the failure; and in the eyes of the hungry there is a growing wrath. In the souls of the people the grapes of wrath are filling and growing heavy, growing heavy for the vintage.Let's hope the world sees sense before the grapes of wrath are harvested.

  • Jeff
    2019-05-03 01:25

    “Now Tom said, "Mom, wherever there's a cop beating a guyWherever a hungry newborn baby criesWhere there's a fight against the blood and hatred in the airLook for me, Mom, I'll be thereWherever somebody's fighting for a place to standOr a decent job or a helping handWherever somebody's struggling to be freeLook in their eyes, Ma, and you'll see me"And the highway is alive tonightnobody's foolin' nobody as to where it goesI'm sittin' down here in the campfire lightWith the Ghost of Tom Joad”from the song The Ghost of Tom Joad by Bruce SpringsteenThis was a buddy read with Stepheny and Erin.One thing Springsteen’s song proves is that not only the plight of the migrant worker hasn’t changed much but that the gulf between the haves and the have nots is as wide as ever.Steinbeck set this book during the Great Depression, when poor tenant farmers were driven from their land by a combination of drought, dust storms and poor soil management. They headed to California in hope of a new life, instead their hardships multiplied.Tom Joad, as played by Henry Fonda, is the face of John Ford’s excellent film version from 1940; however, Ma Joad is the heart and soul of the book. As the male characters give in to fear, rage and depression, Ma Joad tries desperately to hold her family together.It’s easy to see why this is a revered classic. Steinbeck’s writing is brimming with tension, poignancy and some of the greatest characters in American literature. When I home schooled my son, this was one of his favorites and as a measure to its greatness, we still talk about it today, especially the quasi-mystical symbol-laden ending. That’s the power of books and reading.

  • James
    2019-04-22 23:27

    Book Review3 out of 5 stars to The Grapes of Wrath, written in 1939 by John Steinbeck. I might have an unpopular opinion when it comes to this book, as it was fine but nothing fantastic for me. I admit, I read this in middle school, nearly 25 years ago, and never went back to read it again. I tend not to like books about awful things as the main plot. I don't mind when bad things happen, or circumstances change, but when the entire book is about the pain and suffering of a family, it doesn't usually rise to the top of my TBR. I might consider giving this one another chance, but you have some major convincing to do. I like Steinbeck, too, so it's not so much an issue with the author as it is with the topic. The writing is strong. The imagery is good. The characters are well drawn. The setting is very detailed. But when it comes to the plight of a family against the hardships all around them, it's a difficult read. Part of my issue may have been a connection with the story. While I certainly don't have a real-life connection with my favorite books (mysteries, thrillers...), you need to have an understanding and recognition between what's happening and how you live. Coming from the northeast, in a major metropolitan city, 50+ years after these times, it doesn't start off as something I'm familiar with. I usually don't read things about this time period or space for those reasons. If the characters called to me, I might have liked it more. Don't get me wrong... it's a good book. And it's got a place in the world of classics. And it helped highlight a lot of wrongs that people weren't aware of. And maybe because I learned those lessons from other books and other places, this one just didn't seem all that top notch to me. That said, it's Steinbeck, so there is something of value here. No one can tell reality like he can.About MeFor those new to me or my reviews... here's the scoop: I read A LOT. I write A LOT. And now I blog A LOT. First the book review goes on Goodreads, and then I send it on over to my WordPress blog at, where you'll also find TV & Film reviews, the revealing and introspective 365 Daily Challenge and lots of blogging about places I've visited all over the world. And you can find all my social media profiles to get the details on the who/what/when/where and my pictures. Leave a comment and let me know what you think. Vote in the poll and ratings. Thanks for stopping by.

  • Julie
    2019-05-11 00:42

    At 17, I bought The Grapes of Wrath, cracked it open, and, after reading a few pages, declared it BOR-ING. Yawn. I was off to the mall with my tight abs to find some jeans that would accentuate my vacuous mind.The same copy then sat on my various book shelves ever since. I've never been able to sell it or give it away, so finally, at 42, with far looser abs and a pair of fat jeans in the closet, I decided to give it an actual try. Now, the ladies at my book club will tell you. . . I'm not easily won over by any book, though I do believe that a good book is a good book. . . merely because YOU like it. A good book may not have any other merit other than you thought the protagonist was sweet. Or cute. But, a great book? Well, a great book is a whole different story. A great book has nothing to do with YOU, or at least not YOU individually. A great book pays tribute to the collective YOU, our collective consciousness. A great book garners the support of Divinity and has the staying power of the people through multiple generations and years. And this is a great book. One of the best ever written. This is the rare Great American Novel, up there with Lonesome Dove, The Catcher in the Rye and Gone with the Wind. I can only imagine that Steinbeck's hands were shaking as he removed the last page from the typewriter (yes, writers used something called typewriters back then). I picture a silent room as he experienced a true moment of awe. I like to think he had tears in his eyes, or that they slid slowly down his face, just as mine did throughout this read. As Frost would say, "no tears in the writer, no tears in the reader."Believe me, if you are over 35 and have a heart, you can not read this novel without tears, laughter, anger and awe. This novel is better than approximately 95% of novels currently on this planet. I'd like to travel back in time and cup Steinbeck's face in my hands and say, "You did it, John. You did it."

  • Ahmed
    2019-05-07 22:40

    أنا اقتنيت الرواية دي منذ أكثر من 4 سنوات , و حتى مش فاكر كلفتني كام , لكن أنا فاكر إنها كانت ميزانية بالنسبة لي وقتها , ولا أعرف ما سبب إحجامي عن قراءتها كل هذا الوقت , قد يكون لضخامتها , ولكني أعتقد أن السبب الرئيس في ذلك هو أنني لست من عشاق الأدب الأمريكي ولا مريديه إلى فترة قصيرة مضت , وفي النهاية كان من حسن حظي عدم قراءتها , لأني وجدت فيها متعة عظيمة في وقت عصيب .بكل ما تحمله الكلمة من معنى , نحن أمام عمل عظيم , متقن للغاية , بديع السرد , مبهر التفاصيل , عمل واقعي بامتياز , ليس فقط واقعي الأحداث والتفاصيل , بل واقعي البشر , بمشاعرهم وعواطفهم .هو عمل عن الوجه الآخر لأرض الحرية المزعومة , ورائدة الإنسانية (الكاذبة) في العصر الحديث , عمل عن ظلم الرأسمالية الجشعة , والتي تسير كقطار بلا سائق , يدمر ما يقابله , فلا تعمل حساب لبشر , ولا تراعي معاناتهم المحتملة نتيجة ظلمها . رواية عن أمريكا في النصف الأول من القرن العشرين , رواية عن الدولة العظمى , وكيف أقامت امبراطوريتها وسطوتها .ببساطة مطلقة : العمل عن أسرة أمريكية قررت الهجرة من أوكلاهوما لكاليفورنيا , أسرة تقليدية رأت الحلم في الغرب الأمريكي , نتيجة اضطهاد رجال الأعمال لهم وطردهم من أرضهم , وتقديم النصح لهم (كذبًا) , أن الجنة الأرضية في الغرب , ونتيجة لضيق ذات اليد , ونتيجة لضغط مهول , آثروا أن يتركوا أرضهم بحثًا عن أخرى .عندما ينتشر الطمع بين البشر , ويرى الإنسان في أخيه الإنسان مجرد سلعة قد يبيعها فيكسب منها , حينها تفقد أسمى القيم والمبادئ معانيها , ونصبح أقرب إلى حيوانات في غابة متنافرة الفصيلة , ف (لقد ظللت أفكر , لم يكن تفكيرًا بالمعنى المفهوم , كان شيئًا أعمق من ذلك , فكرت كيف كنا شيئًا مقدسًا عندما كنا شيئًا واحدًا . كما أن الإنسانية كانت مقدسة عندما كانت شيئًا واحدًا . ولكنها تفقد قدسيتها حين يبدأ أحد التعساء ويقضم قضمة لنفسه ويجري بها ويرفس ويقاتل ويحارب من أجلها . هذا الرجل يحطم القدسية . ولكن حين يعمل الكل معًا , لا كل واحد في مواجهة أخيه , ولكن الكل كرجل واحد من أجل صالح الإنسانية , فهذا حق وهو مقدس , وعندئذ فكرت , أنا لا أعرف بالدقة ما معنى القدسية ) , فهل القدسية هي تنفيذ كلام الرب أم أن القدسة هي تنفيذ رغبة البشر , وإن كانت القدسية تنفيذ كلام الرب , فلما تغلب علينا رغباتنا .الرواية عظيمة , من نوعية الروايات اللي بتندمج معها وتتأثر بما يحدث , رواية تضعك في مكان شخوصها وتتخيل ماذا كنت لتفعل لو كنت مكانهم .رواية تقليدية بلا أي ادعاء ولا تصنع , هي رواية عن الحقيقة , الحقيقة المجردة , عن معاناة البشر والظلم الذي تعرضوا له .تفاصيل الرواية كثيفة ومبهرة للغاية , أنا بحب النوعية دي , النوعية اللي بترسم لك عالم كامل وتعيش فيه , الكاتب لم يفوته أي تفصيلة مهما كانت صغيرة عن حياة البشر الذي يقدمها , وهذا إن دل على شئ فإنما يدل على أنه كان يكتب عن نفسه وعن بيئته .الشخصيات , كلها بلا استثناء مرسومة بدقة , شخصيات تحبها , شخصيات عادية للغاية , وعظمتها في أنها عادية , نوعية الشخصيات اللي بتشوفها في الشارع وتكلمها على مقهى .في المجمل : رواية عظيمة متقنة متكاملة الأركان .نسخة الشروق كانت جيدة للغاية .

  • Kim
    2019-05-02 00:46

    The Pulitzer Prize winning novel of 1940, this is the story of the Joad family, Oklahoma tenant farmers displaced from their land by the combined effects of ecological disaster, rampant capitalism and the Great Depression. The narrative follows the family as they travel from Oklahoma to California in search of work, along with hundreds of thousands of others in the same situation. Woven into the story of the Joads are chapters dealing with issues such as the attitude of Californians to the influx of migrant workers and the exploitation and mistreatment to which they were subjected. There is nothing about this novel which I don't love: Steinbeck's wonderful use of language, his ability to create memorable characters, his descriptions of the natural world, his use of symbolism and - probably most of all - his passion. Steinbeck is not a writer who hides himself behind his words: his humanism, his left-wing political views, his compassion for those whose story he tells are all right there in the text. Listening to the audiobook - which is superbly narrated by John Chancer - I felt I was getting to know Steinbeck as well as his characters. One of the things I most like about Steinbeck's writing is the sense that he wrote what he knew, not just what he had imagined or researched. When Steinbeck writes about displaced people, the reader is sure that he knew such people personally. When he describes a land turtle, it's because he had observed how a land turtle moves. When he has his characters carry out repairs to their truck, he knows what they would do because he's carried out those same repairs himself. Steinbeck lives and breathes in his writing. While this is the story of "Okies" in depression-era California, it's also the story of all those who have been forced to leave their homes - whether because of natural disaster, economic crisis, or conflict - and found themselves poor, hungry and desperate in a place where they are not welcome. It's a story which is repeated over and over, all over the world. The novel made me laugh, it made me cry, it made me angry and it made me sad. However, it also gave me hope. There is an essential humanity and a deep vein of hope in Steinbeck's characters: bad things happen to them, but they work hard to survive. And they know the power of love, of loyalty and of connectedness to each other. I will be forever grateful that a stopover in Monterey during a drive from San Francisco to Los Angeles prompted me to finally start reading Steinbeck. I'd give this book ten stars if I could. It's quite simply a masterpiece.

  • Rae Meadows
    2019-04-21 01:43

    I had read The Grapes of Wrath before, and I purposefully didn't re-read it while writing a novel set in the same period for fear I would somehow be influenced by it or be so intimidated I'd be paralyzed. So with my own book behind me I finally had the pleasure of reading The Grapes of Wrath again. Does it hold up? It does, though it's not perfect. The story of the Joads is fantastic, and Ma Joad is a rich and surprising character. Steinbeck's prose is deft and evocative, and those famous bits like the turtle crossing the road and the ending, when Rose of Sharon nurses the dying man, are great. At times the novel is a bit overwrought. This jaded reader had to stretch to accommodate some of the characters' naivete, particularly that of Rose of Sharon who is so dim she's a little hard to believe. (The John Ford film version takes the melodrama a little far for my taste.) The interspersed chapters, where Steinbeck attempts to go broad and tell the larger story about what is happening in America at that time works less well and structure ends up feeling a little clunky. However, Steinbeck was not just writing a novel, he was writing for social change and I am not the intended audience. But the journey of the Joads, as poor, struggling migrants who have not where to go, no where to make a life for their family, but who deserve dignity and fight for it, is particularly resonant right now. And for that I am grateful.

  • Mary
    2019-05-10 20:34

    Absorbing and maddening and depressing. Incredible that a book with so much anti-migrant sentiment against fellow Americans is timely in a way Steinbeck didn’t intend for 2017, I’m sure.There is a crime here that goes beyond denunciation. There is a sorrow here that weeping cannot symbolize. There is a failure here that topples all our success.

  • Gautam
    2019-05-11 18:23

    Men squatted in their dooryards in a meditative trance, scrawling on the ground the reflections of their befuddling thoughts. The dust sifted up by the sweltering wind sought refuge on their dingy shoulders and hair. Women stood at the door, casting a tentative glance at their men with their bewildered eyes. Children stood docilely beside their Ma, showing restrained obedience: they knew when to play and when not to; their instinct prodded them to respect the silence pervading the air.An air of apprehension, uncertainty, and darkness pervaded. Air had the smell of terror which traversed their windpipes like chunks.Disquieting silence.The ‘Monster’- the bank- was ravenously hungry for money. The delegates arrived in cars several minutes before, and bartered their soul, their land, for the unpaid debt. The ‘Monster’, as it is soul-less and incorporeal, never knew to empathize with the mortals and their souls: it never knew/bothered the land that was being snatched away from them had the salinity of their sweat and acrid smell of their blood, nor it never knew that it was tractoring out not only their abode but their timeless memories hovering close to it."Banks breathe profits; they eat interest on money. If they don't get it, they die the way you die without air, without side-meat." The Monster, with the wanton desires, wanted to eat money and grow, wanted to engulf all , without a trace of compassion as it is unlike man, and people could never shoot the bank because it was disembodied. The delegates didn't know who the bank was; they simply obeyed its orders. It became imperative that they should leave bereft of their soul, their land. They were bound to wander in unknown realms like aliens, as their 40 acres were not just their abode, but their world where the fence was the boundary to it. The confused and despaired folks squatted again, thinking."Can we live without our lives? How will we know it’s us without our past? No. Leave it. Burn it."The Handbill- Ticket to paradise :A person wakes up to utmost darkness. He convinces himself he isn’t dreaming. He scrabbles in the dark for a physical support to lean on, but was fruitless. A pang of despair, terror and uncertainty stabs him and chokes him. His consciousness slowly fades away, and frantically he makes a futile attempt of walking in circles only to reach a more uncertain position. Hope melts into despair. Courage melts into terror. Conscience melts into blankness. He begins doubting his existence. But on the verge of devolving into a delirium, ALAS! , A blob of light flickers at distance. He slowly regains his lost faculties as he has a direction now, with the blob of light beckoning him as if by winking. He walks to the light, forgetting the darkness enveloping him, in quick strides, with bated breath and hammering heart, as if worried the light may die down before he reaches it.The handbill was such a blob of flickering light, hanging precariously between illusion and reality. The handbill, orange colored, was their hope, and they carried the orange colored ‘hope’ safely in their breast pockets.The materialization of a direction imparted the family a new-found hope and spirit. The handbill was like a mirror image of their needs in printed format."Maybe we can start again,in the new rich land—in California, where the fruit grows. We'll start over.""They met at the most important place, near the truck...this was the new hearth, the living center of the family."They quickly decided to move, without tarrying any longer in their lost land, which was now being rapidly tractored out. They sold everything, gathered up the cash, bought a vehicle to haul off their remnant belongings, and had set off to the land of paradise-California.-where their dreams, fully awake, resided.Grandpa’s words are echoing in my mind now:"...Jus' let me get out to California where I can pick me an orange when I want it. Or grapes. There's a thing I ain't never had enough of. Gonna get me a whole big bunch of grapes off a bush, or whatever, an' I'm gonna squash 'em on my face an' let 'em run offen my chin." Route 66- Road to Disillusionment:The gradual realization of the predicament of the country was rendered by the presence of thousands of cars and trucks that marched along the 66, all moving with the strength of the same ‘orange colored hope’ safely residing in the pockets. Thousands of miles to traverse, multitude of hungry children and fatigued senile folks, thousands of faulty cars and rickety trucks – This was the great migration of the ‘Okies’( The west’s vituperation against the vagrants, disparaging them by calling ‘Okies’ and ‘Thieves’) . Endless days on the road transformed the farm men to migrant men, and the road became their reality, and the truck home. At night, The Road side ditches teemed with campers, and they built tents and shared food."Every night a world created, complete with furniture- friends made and enemies established; a world complete with braggarts and with cowards, with quiet men, with humble men, with kindly men. Every night relationships that make a world, established; and every morning the world torn down like a circus."But they never knew about the Cataclysmic disillusionment awaiting them at the other end, the destination.66 is the path of a people in flight, refugees from dust and shrinking land, from the thunder of tractors and invasion, from the twisting winds that howl up out of Texas, from floods that bring no richness to the land and steal what little richness is there.Writing: John Steinbeck is a dexterous writer. He adroitly enlaces the main track (featuring Joad family) with numerous side tracks, which speak to us like an omnipresent narrator, which proffer a profound and comprehensive prism through which the general movement of events and tribulations of the migrants are accentuated and expounded, thus rendering the main track (Journey of Joads) more poignant and painful.The Prose is subtle yet beautiful,simple yet overpowering.Joad FamilyThe main characters of the Novel are : Grandpa , Grandma, Pa, Ma, Tom, Al, Casy,Rose of Sharon, Connie, Ruthie and Winfield. The biggest danger that always seemed impending was the breaking up of the family, and with the unforeseen deaths and running away of certain members of the family, Ma’s words of consternation rang loud : "Fambly’s breakin’ up" !The Joad family always took a gander at Ma and studied her countenance, whenever they stumbled at a crisis, as if to confirm whether to worry about something or not, and thus the family’s present mood was based on how Ma handled the situation at hand. Ma,on the other hand, knew about the family’s trust in her very well, and it became incumbent upon her to remain as stolid as possible, without betraying her deep welling emotions. Pa, who was encumbered by the tribulations of the family and lack of money, had his mind and spirit plunged into torpidity, and which eventually degraded temporarily his status as the head of the family. He knew about it and sighed in despair or muttered gibberish, as he witnessed Ma taking over the family throne. To which Ma replied:"Women can change better’n a man,” Ma said soothingly. “Woman got all her life in her arms. Man got it all in his head."The stoic courage in Ma, her outward coolness, indubitably prevented the family from being downtrodden by the oppression of brutal capitalists and enraged Californians. Tom, who discovered her latent qualities, started to emanate an unprecedented kind of love for his Ma that was imbued with respect and awe.An instance where Ma comforted Pregnant Rose of Sharon has piqued my attention:They's a time of change, an' when that comes, dyin' is a piece of all dyin', and bearin' is a piece of all bearin', an' bearin' an' dyin' is two pieces of the same thing. An' then things ain't so lonely anymore. An' then a hurt don't hurt so bad.It is heart warming and Joyful to see how Ma carries the family through the perilous journey. This was what she said to her family one day:"I'm learnin' one thing good...If you're in trouble or hurt or need - go to the poor people. They're the only ones that'll help - the only ones." Closing: Mother's milk, an elixir made from a concoction of unimpeachable elements of her life's force, imparts vitality and life to her new-born baby. Rose of Sharon's being, unaware of her baby's death, prepared an elixir too, like a tentative yet smiling mom who prepares a treat for her child returning from school. The land of California, now transformed into a circus of death and fiasco, where hunger and deluge waltzed around the life of destitute, a man dying of hunger sits numb in a hay-shack, waiting inadvertently for death. With a sudden lightning of unconditional love that bathed her whole being with a new light, Rose of Sharon, with her mother's knowing nod of consent, passes on the life-inducing elixir from her breast to the dying man, like a concerned mother, like mother of the whole humanity, as if teaching the world the quintessential principles of love and compassion, of the necessity of obliterating bigotry and malice from our hearts, and of God and His manifestation.Ma’s words throw out an echo in the air, which reverberates resoundingly in my ears even after all the cacophony of sorrows and deluge around me has ceased to a numbing silence:"Use' ta be the fambly was fust. It ain't so now. It's anybody. Worse off we get, the more we got to do." “ The deeper sorrow carves into your being, The more joy you can contain” – Kahlil Gibran 5 stars on 5 !-gautamP.S : I hope I haven’t divulged too much . But let me assure you this : No matter how many reviews you read about this book , the experience you may garner after actually reading it will be fresh like a morning dew. There is something in this story that no review can contain , and that you will unveil only when you finish reading it.

  • Gary
    2019-05-06 20:36

    Isn't THE GRAPES OF WRATH just wonderful!!!!???? You've not read it??? Shit!!!! You don't know what you're missing!!!!!!!! If you've read it, then you will know exactly what I am talking about. I have lived on, or close to old route 66 for over 20 years of my life. I love the history of THE MOTHER ROAD. However, believe it or not, it was only in the past few years that I finally read this book! I had read other Steinbeck,and loved it,and for some reason, after owning a copy of the book since the 1980's, I just never got around to reading it. One of my life's regrets. Once I plowed in, I did nothing, but read till I finished it.....totally spellbound! I love the story of the Joads, with chapters mixed in on life,and history on the highway. The way he describes everything just makes me feel like I was an Okie myself, living it, breathing it, I was on that truck!After reading it for the very first time,and being totally blown away by the ending, I had to finally see the movie. However,after I finished that last page, for the very first time, I immediately turned back to the front of the book,and started reading it again, a 2nd time! Then ,not surprising to me, was the movie's ending is not at all like the book, but the movie is awesome as well. Nobody could have portrayed Tom Joad better then Henry Fonda. I have since read the book numerous times,and then we did it for our bookclub one month. I've rewatched the movie. I've traveled parts of the mother road. I can also recommend to you a fantastic history book on the history of Route 66. I've seen people at Ted Drews in St. Louis with copies of the history book clutched to their chests, because they are doing the route 66 vacation. I will ask them if they have been doing that type of vacation,and if they say yes, the next thing out of my mouth is... "Have you read THE GRAPES OF WRATH??" In most cases their response is yes. If it's no, I tell them they must rush to the nearest bookstore,and get a copy,and read it while on the road. I've had people ask me directions to the nearest bookstore so they can get a copy of the book.I had to buy a 2nd copy of the book because my original copy is about in shreds. I can't bring myself to throw it away, because when my eyes first experienced this mouth watering, rebel rousing story, it was that copy of the book!!There's also a book on the history of the novel,and how people in California burned it , if you'd like to know about that other book to read.Take care! Thanks for putting up with my enthusiasm for a classic piece of literature , such as this!Gary

  • Kinga
    2019-04-23 00:38

    Dear John,There is no doubt in my mind that you are an excellent writer. And I am sure you know this. There is the Pulitzer and there is the Nobel. There are hundreds of editions worldwide and swarms of five star reviews. “The Grapes of Wrath” is a book of great weight (literally and metaphorically). It’s epic and as timeless as the history which repeats itself with a stubborn regularity. There have always been changes and there have always been people left behind, people who found themselves outside the whatever brave new world which had no place for them. And there have always been people who didn’t want to know about them, who didn’t want to hear about them. John, I know you wrote this book for them, so that no one could feign ignorance. And I get it, John, your heart is in the right place. You did all the right things. Those ever so gentle shifts in the patriarchal society? Brilliant. You know how to warm my feminist heart with the portrayal of Ma who takes the reins over from Pa. Although, are you trying to say it’s a good thing that women take over when the world has gone to dogs or that it is another symptom of the world going to dogs? I don’t know. Never mind. According to new goodreads review guidelines I can’t judge you as a person, so let’s leave it. Let’s talk about your writing. A chapter about a turtle crossing a road? How did you pull that off? It should be proverbially boring and yet, I read it with a bated breath. Will the turtle make it to the other side of the road? Or that last final scene? Worth the seven hundred pages it takes to get to it.I grew to love the Joads, John, even though I know they’re just pawns in your game. But again, I forgive you because your intentions are good. You’re not calculating. You really do feel for all the Joads of the world and you want the world to feel it, too. You want us all to spare a thought for all the dispossessed of the world, those who loved earth and were one with it but they were forced to quit and abandon their land, to break that sacred bond and were replaced by soulless tractors and faceless banks and corporations. You’re preaching to the choir, John. My heart is in the right place, too. But you know what, John? And please, don’t take it the wrong way, I did love your book, but you weren’t subtle. I like my men subtle.