John Steinbeck’s novella Of Mice and Men, the story of the bond between two migrant workers, is published. He adapted the book into a three-act play, which was produced the same year. The story brought national attention to Steinbeck’s work, which had started to catch on in 1935 with the publication of his first successful novel, Tortilla Flat.
Steinbeck was born and raised in the Salinas Valley, where his father was a county official and his mother a former schoolteacher. A good student and president of his senior class in high school, Steinbeck attended Stanford intermittently in the early 1920s. In 1925, he moved to New York City, where he worked as a manual laborer and a journalist while writing stories and novels. His first two novels were not successful.
In 1930, he married Carol Henning, the first of his three wives, and moved to Pacific Grove, California. Steinbeck’s father gave the couple a house and a small income while Steinbeck continued to write. His third novel, Tortilla Flat (1935), was a critical and financial success, as were such subsequent books as In Dubious Battle (1935) and Of Mice and Men (1937), both of which offered social commentaries on injustices of various types.
In 1939, Steinbeck won the Pulitzer Prize for The Grapes of Wrath, a novel tracing a fictional Oklahoma family as they lose their family farm in the Depression and move to California seeking a better life.
His work after World War II, including Cannery Row and The Pearl, continued to offer social criticism but became more sentimental. Steinbeck tried his hand at movie scripts in the 1940s, writing successful films like Forgotten Village (1941) and Viva Zapata (1952). He also took up the serious study of marine biology and published a nonfiction book, The Sea of Cortez, in 1941. His 1962 nonfiction book, Travels with Charlie, describes his travels across the United States in a camper truck with his poodle, Charlie. Steinbeck won the Nobel Prize in 1962 and died in New York in 1968.
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Well, because I am living the dream.
There is this dear man here who is like Lennie in many ways. His mother passed away and he is cared for by the larger community, with a social worker visiting a couple times a week as well as various church members who stop by for eggs, chickens or various farm animals. I am going to buy a fat pig from him, but I’m not even going to pretend I’m butchering it.
So, my friend sells me his rabbits alive when the farm and ranch store has room. He calls me from time to time when he has particularly pretty or interesting rabbits. Larry, my friend, has been at the bunny breeding business all his life since he is mentally limited but quite capable. He raises chickens, rabbits, turkeys and goats. And pigs.
At times, he brings sick or weakly animals into his little cozy home to be handfed and quite often they end up as front porch pets. I’m guessing a 70-80 IQ. He has a drivers’ license and seems to be completely self-reliant, but he does have a social worker who comes by to check on him. I’ve eaten lunch with her before while visiting him. One time, with a pig and a cat eating scraps from their bowls just a few feet away. But, the house was clean and, except for the aroma of pig and cat litter, it smelled like the big pot of chicken and dumplings I’d brought to share with my friend, the pig man as my husband called him. It would have just been rude to refuse to eat with them. Nick likes Larry and he only called him the pig man until he met him. But, my husband is from Cleveland. He would not have eaten with them, though he would have carried the pot for me.
But, I grew up in the shadow of a former POW and knew there is nothing dirty about a pig that lives in the house.
Decided to watch it now.
The new and improved (Woke) 2021 version of the Steinbeck classic would be something like —
“Of Rats and Non-binary Transsexuals.”