I had some lingering dislike of Steinbeck in general (and Of Mice and Men in
particular) in the back of my mind, but couldn’t quite remember why… Well, now I
can: it’s the !@#$% ambivalence.
On the one hand, I love how he wrote. It’s not prolific or anything (not even faux-prolific,
in my opinion): the writing’s simple, the subject matter’s simple and everything just
flows together. The whole book took me a few hours to finish and, save for the
fact that I hated it, I enjoyed it very much.
On the other hand, I never understand why, given the breadth of things they could
write about, so many writers focus on the negative. I mean, I get why: I just
don’t understand it.
I guess the short of it is that I loved Lennie and Lennie got his brains blown out
by his best friend. It’s not that I expected them to actually get their little farm
together, or run into the sunset or something, but considering how lovingly Steinbeck
crafted his characters, how he treated them simply hurt.
Which I guess was sorta the point…