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I have a crush on John Steinbeck. But even if I met him somewhere -- a cocktail party, a barbeque, even my own bookstore -- I don't think I'd talk to him. Maybe make eye contact in a brave and silent way. Sometimes I get the feeling that he is friendly and easy-going, compassionate and kind, and really interested in people in general and persons in particular ... but I know that he is deeply brilliant, and I would say something ridiculous that I would turn over and over in my head (mentally, to myself) for years. I did with A.M. Homes, and she's nowhere near as brilliant, and gives off nary an aroma of friendliness.

When I finished this book the other day, I went through my favorite ritual of writing my name and the month and year on the first page of the book, and went to shelve it alphabetically among its fictional brothers. While I was there, I pulled out the other Steinbeck novels to find out when I first read them; most of them are dated 1993. I had forgotten that I owe my discovery of Steinbeck to my friend who read East of Eden in 8th grade when I was still churning through Mary Higgins Clark and V.C. Andrews. I was inspired and intimidated ... she was reading Kerouac and Ginsberg when she was 13. Maybe before. I picked up Of Mice & Men/Cannery Row, then The Wayward Bus, and Burning Bright, and Sweet Thursday, and loved them all. It wasn't until this year that I picked up the big ones -- Grapes of Wrath, good God! And The Winter of Our Discontent ... here's my favorite sentence, from the beginning of Chapter 15:

"It was a day as different from other days as dogs are from cats and both of them from chrysanthemums or tidal waves or scarlet fever."

Yay. Today I’ll start East of Eden.favorites fiction349 s6 comments Lyn1,917 16.9k

Steinbeck’s The Winter of Our Discontent was first published in 1961 and was his last novel.

It was also the latest book published prior to his winning the 1962 Nobel Prize for literature. Interestingly, when asked if he felt that he deserved the award, this “giant of American letters” said: “Frankly, no.” Further, recent archives revealed that Steinbeck was a “compromise choice” for the award amidst a group described as “a bad lot”. Although the committee believed Steinbeck's best work was behind him by 1962, committee member Anders Österling believed the release of his novel The Winter of Our Discontent in 1961 showed that "after some signs of slowing down in recent years, [Steinbeck has] regained his position as a social truth-teller [and is an] authentic realist fully equal to his predecessors Sinclair Lewis and Ernest Hemingway." – Wikipedia.

I read several of his works in HS, many moons ago, and last year returned to his canon with his short, brilliant work The Moon Is Down. Steinbeck is to me, the quintessential twentieth century American writer. Hemingway and Faulkner were bridges to an older time, almost lost in mythic dreams of the past. Steinbeck is forward looking, one who chronicles our struggles, reveals our sins and comments upon the path we are on now.

It is in this last endeavor where The Winter of Our Discontent fits. Steinbeck tells the tale of Ethan Allen Hawley, a tragic and lost son of old New England wealth, his connections to the Pilgrim / Pirate heroes of his old family all but lost after the money is gone, but the old house and the family name remain. The reader finds Ethan working as a grocery clerk, in a town his family once all but owned, and working for an Italian immigrant.

In this setting, Steinbeck goes on to describe a modern American morality play. From the town manager, to the judges, to the banker, and all the way to the fortune telling divorcee the town is corrupt and self-serving, but retaining the outward mask and appearance of civility and propriety. Ethan’s dilemma, in the post World War II era, is one that still resonates today, but in amplified and exponential terms.

Now, I’ll go out on a limb and compare Steinbeck’s New Baytown to two unly later artists. I have noticed, especially in Philip K. Dick’s Confessions of a Crap Artist that his descriptions of later 50s northern California was Steinbeckesque. I’m not sure that Steinbeck ever heard of Philip K. Dick, much less ever read his work, but a fan of Steinbeck’s writing may be pleasantly surprised to visit PKD’s short list of non science fiction works.

Also, and this ness is more obscure – Peter Benchley’s Jaws is the literary descendant of Steinbeck’s east coast morality play. True, Steinbeck does not illustrate the killing rampage of a prehistoric predator on a summer hamlet – or does he? Steinbeck’s monster is, Benchley’s (and more obscurely Melville’s) really the elitist façade of correctness amidst a society being consumed from within.

180 s Henry Avila497 3,280

John Steinbeck's last novel and it shows when an author pontificates his views to the readers he becomes not a writer anymore but a preacher. Disappointed in life Steinbeck tries to convey his dark feelings to the rest of the world even if they aren't too interested...there are many others, nevertheless a great novel which few scribblers could match. Ethan Allen Hawley (named after famous Revolutionary War hero) has a comfortable but ordinary existence a loving , loyal , pretty wife Mary two troublesome teenagers Allen and Ellen yet quite normal. His problem the family background, coming from an old aristocratic clan and Ethan just a grocery clerk, the store owned by an Italian immigrant the strict, secretive Marullo. All the Long Island town of New Baytown reiterates his background and he should take a prominent position in the city, worst his wife is tired of being poor and puts substantial pressure on Ethan. Only by devious means can the honest man achieve this success, he has too often seen it happen in the corrupt settlement. Danny Taylor his boyhood best friend now the town drunk , has valuable land where an airport would fit there very nicely. Can he trick the poor pathetic man by stealing it? He is deeply wounded by the decline of Danny so much promise ending up in misery and despair, unable to help the troubled inebriate. His boss maybe isn't legally in America...easily rectified by a phone call. Nothing really bad everyone else does these trivial things...right? The sticky problem is Ethan has a conscious, he knows good from evil, the World War 2 veteran doesn't lack courage in combat however civilians must behave differently no license to kill here . Margie Young -Hunt is very fetching his wife Mary's best friend, searching for a mate had already two before, a tasty morsel if he can cross the forbidden line she seems willing . Mr. Baker the unethical, greedy president of the bank and only one in town wants Danny Taylor's land an airport would be good business, everyone could benefit handsomely especially Mr. Baker. Ethan needs to make choices...still how will the man live with himself if wrong, all people are in the same boat floating or sinking those who are good navigators and manage well will reach the magical shore the others ... descend to the murky bottom.172 s1 comment s.penkevich1,195 9,447

‘Money is not nice. Money got no friends but more money.’

Every year in late winter, when profoundly discontent with the snow that keeps falling, I find myself thinking of this book, the final novel of the great American novelist John Steinbeck. The Winter of our Discontent, the title from Shakespeare’s Richard III, is a moral allegory with Steinbeck questioning if personal ethics are valued on the grand scale of society, and if the American dream with its offer of prosperity and property becomes a gateway drug for abandoning your ethics in the name of ever more revenue and riches. This is the story of Ethan Allen Hawley, an everyman with a family name known to the locals, as well as a Revolutionary War namesake, Ethan Allen, to connect readers minds to ideas of American legacy. His father’s fortune gone, Ethan is mostly content providing for his family working for the local grocer, something that locals remind him he should feel ashamed of. Winter of our Disconent faces everyman Ethan with a series of temptations to rise to wealth and power and Steinbeck shows how moral good is increasingly shucked off for success.

‘Where money is concerned, the ordinary rules of conduct take a holiday.’

As someone that spent much of my 20s told working retail was something to be ashamed of, the opening of this book connects pretty well. There is also the racism element going on here as his boss, Marullo, is Italian and Steinbeck toys with the disconcerting notion of how immigrants are seen as lesser than and to be an “american” working for one is somehow shameful. Steinbeck brings criticism after criticism of the idea of polite melting pot society. Faced with multiple avenues towards financial stability, such as a bank robbing plot and investment scheme, we see Ethan having a moral meltdown inside and Steinbeck does well to emphasize his Puritan heritage to comment upon the maelstrom of morality he is grappling with. To take action would be to reclaim the honor of his family name, to provide for his kids who are nearing college age, and to have the life he was promised basically for being a white male american with a family name.

Ethan muses on the questions of power and morality saying ‘in business and in politics, a man must carve and maul his way through men to get to be King of the Mountain. Once there, he can be great and kind—but he must get there first.’ However, to get there first has a person sacrificed too much? His quest for power begins on Easter Sunday, a clever death and rebirth symbolism added in, and as the novel progresses we watch Ethan fall from his moral pedestal as he swindles, steals and scams his way up. Most notably is the betrayal of his best friend, Danny, the town drunk. He gives Danny money to clean up his life in exchange for his property deeds. He knows full well Danny won’t get clean and in the aftermath Ethan is faced with what he has done, what he has become, and what he has sacrificed morally to get there. No King of the Mountain but a man responsible for death.

‘I guess I'm trying to say, Grab anything that goes by. It may not come around again.’

Ending on the 4th of July is a curious choice, one meant to represent a sort of rebirth.With a near-suicide avoided through his daughter, Ethan hopefully has a new commitment to morality, though we see his son representing the idea that this American amorality is passing onto another generation. While not my favorite Steinbeck, this is one I think about more than others as the years have gone by. It is a dark little allegory and shows Steinbeck’s dissatisfaction with American society, one with much less charm than his younger novels. There is a distinct disillusionment at play, though Steinbeck leaves the ending a bit open in order for possible hope. However, it is certain that in the end we learn that ‘intention, good or bad, is not enough,’ and an affirmation that personal ethics should, and do, matter.

3.75/5nobel-prize-winners156 s9 comments Richard Derus3,185 2,102

Rating: 6* of five

The Publisher Says: Ethan Allen Hawley, the protagonist of Steinbeck’s last novel, works as a clerk in a grocery store that his family once owned. With Ethan no longer a member of Long Island’s aristocratic class, his wife is restless, and his teenage children are hungry for the tantalizing material comforts he cannot provide. Then one day, in a moment of moral crisis, Ethan decides to take a holiday from his own scrupulous standards.

Set in Steinbeck’s contemporary 1960 America, the novel explores the tenuous line between private and public honesty that today ranks it alongside his most acclaimed works of penetrating insight into the American condition. This edition features an introduction and notes by Steinbeck scholar Susan Shillinglaw.

My Review: This is a wonderful short novel by a master of his craft at the peak of his form. It is also his last novel.

Some people at the time it was published felt it was a wrong turning for Steinbeck (The Grapes of Wrath, Tortilla Flat) to abandon both the west coast that had made him famous and brought his considerable social conscience to the world's attention for an east coast grifter's POV. The Winter of Our Discontent is a story that has nothing but shades of gray. Everyone in it is shady somehow. That is, I think, what verschmeckled the reviewers and made the public angry. Up until then, there were clear-cut Good Guys and Bad Guys in every Steinbeck tale. Here...no, no one qualifies as all good or all bad.

The POV is of Ethan, a man who is the degenerate scion of a venerable family. He is married with teenaged kids, and he will do anything to support his family. Including, to their horror, work for an Italian grocer as his clerk. The nerve of the man, a son of the founder of his town, working for someone who *should* be his gardener, according to his friends and his kids.

Well, he thinks, how can I help it, we all gotta eat. So he hatches a plot that will restore the family "honor" by swindling a friend. He goes through with it. He gets what he wants. And, frankly, so does the "swindled" friend, an alcoholic prowling for his next few thousand drinks.

This isn't really Steinbecky stuff, it's too hard to pin down from a moral standpoint. On the other hand, it's superbly told, and it's amazingly well crafted, and it's undoubtedly the best thing Steinbeck wrote after 1950. Reviews were harsh, sales were poor, and Steinbeck lost heart for fiction after that. He published two travel books before his death in 1968, a mere 30 years after "The Grapes of Wrath" burst on the scene. Imagine the wonders he could have produced had he lived to an Updikey 80-plus.

What a wonderful read, and so overlooked...please don't overlook it any longer!163 s1 comment Vit Babenco1,557 4,343

“And when they had platted a crown of thorns, they put it upon his head, and a reed in his right hand: and they bowed the knee before him, and mocked him, saying, Hail, King of the Jews!” Matthew 27:29
A man will rise… A man will fall…
The Winter of Our Discontent is about guilty conscience.
The Winter of Our Discontent is about the nature of fortune and misfortune.
Now I was on the edge of the minefield. My heart hardened against my selfless benefactor. I felt it harden and grow wary and dangerous. And with its direction came the feeling of combat, and the laws of controlled savagery, and the first law is: Let even your defense have the appearance of attack.
Dishonesty is a foundation of prosperity… And honesty leads to discontent.129 s1 comment SaraAuthor 1 book740

The brilliance of John Steinbeck intimidates me. I spend a great deal of my time while reading his books nodding my head in agreement and gasping in awe at how he tackles the profound and the everyday with the same amount of elan.

First off, I enjoyed this story. I cared about Ethan Allen Hawley, and not just his person but his soul. I wanted him to emerge unscathed even though I knew he could not, because no one can compromise his own morality and remain unsoiled. I cried for what I knew was his major loss and yet I ended still hoping he could find some way to live with what he had done without resorting to lying to himself, which would only deepen the corruption.

This is the world he lives in, and I dare say it is the world we live in as well:
The Town Manager sold equipment to the township, and the judges fixed traffic tickets as they had for so long that they did not remember it as illegal practice--at least the books said it was. Being normal men, they surely did not consider it immoral. All men are moral. Only their neighbors are not.

How much immorality is too much? Do the ends justify the means? Is your sin less egregious if you are sinning against a sinner? And, to quote Mark 8:36, "For what shall it profit a man, if he shall gain the whole world, and lose his own soul?"

There is a reason John Steinbeck is considered one of the great American authors. It has something to do with his ability to tell a fascinating tale and still pack so many unobtrusive, salient issues into its telling.

Just one more quote, because who wouldn't appreciate this kind of imagery: "The young boys, bleeding with sap, sit on the stools of Tanger's Drugstore ingesting future pimples through straws. They watch the girls with level goat-eyes and make disparaging remarks to one another while their insides whimper with longing." Digest that.american-classics literary-fiction134 s Piyangie542 619

The Winter of Our Discontent is the grand finale of John Steinbeck's fictitious creations. Deriving the title from William Shakespeare's Richard III opening lines "Now is the winter of our discontent, Made glorious summer by this sun of York", the story is somewhat a psychological analysis into a man's moral dilemma of doing what is right and doing whatever it takes for him to become successful.

As Gloucester in Richard III, Ethan Allen Hawley in Steinbeck's novel hopes for better times, as he has reached the height of his discontent. Coming from once a wealthy and influential family, the reduced circumstances to which he has fallen, plodding through his life as a mere grocery clerk is quite displeasing to him. The Hawleys once carried their head high, and now, though he is still respected for his ancestry and lineage, he doesn't know how long the water will hold. He is sure it won't pass to the next generation, unless he, Ethan Hawley, does something about it. He no longer can avoid the growing restlessness in his family, living in reduced conditions. But what can he possibly do? If he treads on a high moral path, nothing. But avenues may open to him if he wouldn't mind deviating lawfully from such high grounds. What ground should he tread on? Success or righteous? Here is then the dilemma for Ethan. And Steinbeck takes us through his quandary with his powerful prose.

This final novel by Steinbeck is quite different from his early works, both in style and theme. The Steinbeck who wrote this wasn't the same Steinbeck who was influenced by his native Salinas Valley. Here he has moved from his comfort zone and adjusted himself to a geographical and cultural change. He had also to adjust to the changing times, the need to address the prevailing issues in American society. There is a mature growth in his writing here. It is rich, deep and, demanding. Steinbeck plays well with his pen. He paints a vivid picture of his story which strongly connects the readers to the characters and settings. His deep but subtle penetration into the mind of the protagonist shows the inner struggle of a man who chooses success above morality. I've never felt Steinbeck to be a demanding writer. But he has presented the story in such a subtle manner that you need the focus of all your faculties to fully appreciate it.

I read that the reception of this novel was mixed and that there were some severe criticisms made against it which silenced Steinbeck's creative fiction. But from the perspective of a devoted fan, this is one of Steinbeck's best.american-lit my-library97 s Joe517 988

I was forwarded a blog post recently (written by someone much sharper than me) that asked where our contemporary John Steinbecks have gone. The masterful fiction dedicated to the minimum wage worker, the family displaced by the Great Recession living out of a motel room, or anyone living from paycheck to paycheck seems largely extinct from the bestseller lists.

Hard luck stories about average American families fill newspapers, while in fiction, it seems world building, not world reporting, are what get traffic. Steinbeck didn't have to worry about launching his author platform or getting retweeted in 1961 when his nineteenth novel was published. His storytelling, his vibrant and passionate depictions of the American worker, and his wisdom, are needed now more than ever.

The Winter of Our Discontent takes place between Good Friday and the Fourth of July, 1960 (Steinbeck apparently wrote the first draft during that same stretch of time). Rather than the Salinas Valley, the story takes place in the fictional hamlet of New Baytown, in northern Maine. The novel is narrated by Ethan Allen Hawley, a grocery clerk whose ancestors made their fortune as privateers (a discreet way of saying "pirates") on the seas.

The empire built by the Hawleys was squandered by Ethan's father through bad investments, while Ethan returned from war to briefly own and operate a grocery store that couldn't stay open. Now a mere employee in a store run by a Sicilian immigrant named Marullo. Ethan's boss regards him with equal parts pride and pity, grateful at the straight line that Ethan walks (never cheating or stealing) while also trying to advise the "kid" on how to make a dollar and a cent in this country. The key to the latter seems to come back to cheating or stealing.

Well-d in spite of the acidic wit he dispenses around his wife Mary and adolescent children Ellen and Allen, Ethan's fortunes begin to change when his wife's friend, a gold digging floozy with a flair for fortune telling named Margie Young-Hunt, forecasts that Ethan is destined to become one of the most important men in town. The news is met with elation by Ethan's family, tired of being poor. Ethan opts to play the game for a while, to prove how easy it is to become a financial success and how little it changes things once you become one.

Ethan ends up being right on one count, wrong on the other.

A series of seemingly unrelated events fall into place around Ethan, each expertly crafted by Steinbeck. There's Ethan's childhood friend Danny Taylor, a Naval Academy washout whose disappointment to his family transformed him into the town drunk, albeit, a drunk who owns the most valuable real estate around. There's bank teller Joey Brophy, a cad who explains to Ethan how he'd rob a bank if he wanted to get away with it. There's Mr. Baker, a banker dogging Ethan to invest money left to Mary by her brother. Ethan learns of big changes coming to New Baytown and by virtue of his family name, seems poised to benefit.

Ethan doesn't feel sorry for himself or blame anyone for his mistakes as much as he's resigned to watch life from the sidelines now, sick of the hypocrisy his wife and his quiz show obsessed son seem eager to engage in. Ethan isn't the most likable narrator, but I could identify with him. I d the way that Steinbeck balanced the Way It Used To Be (Ethan holds conversations with both his late grandfather Cap'n, the last mariner in the Hawley line, and his late Aunt Deborah, who taught her nephew how to use his mind and his conscience) with the way things seem to be headed.

In addition to the central character, I had some misgivings about the ending, but I take this as a virtue of the author for investing me in characters I care about. Margie Young-Hunt is a terrific character, a sexually liberated sorceress of a sort who doesn't feel sorry for herself either, and Ethan, can't seem to resist making waves in the pond. Steinbeck's dialogue is so good and in this novel, we again glimpse what seem real adults working over what seem insurmountable economic or social problems at the kitchen table. Steinbeck's gift is making something so mundane so riveting on the page.fiction-general84 s1 comment Jay Schutt274 112

I'm really at a loss as what to say about this incredible novel except that it is American storytelling at its best.classics owned68 s2 comments piperitapitta993 389

Sono forse io?

[Questo è un romanzo da maneggiare con cura, perché contiene materiale esplosivo.
A vent'anni non lo capisci.
A trenta ti insinua sotto la pelle un malessere strisciante.
Alla mia età ti schianta.]

Se non avessi letto poco meno di un mese fa Viaggio con Charley, non avrei potuto immaginare quanto John Steinbeck amasse Sinclair Lewis.
Se non avessi saputo quanto John Steinbeck amasse Sinclair Lewis, forse non avrei colto sin dall'inizio le analogie con Babbitt, e non avrei riconosciuto in Ethan Hawley, il modesto commesso di New Baytown, l'evoluzione di George Babbitt, il mediocre agente immobiliare di Lewis.
Se non avessi letto precedentemente Al Dio sconosciuto, I pascoli del cielo e La Valle dell'Eden, non avrei saputo riconoscere, ancora una volta, lasciati come sassolini nel bosco, tutti quei riferimenti biblici che caratterizzano e permeano l'intera opera di Steinbeck, quell'eterno conflitto tra il bene e quel male che si affrontano senza risparmiare colpi, che si sfidano incessantemente, che convivono in ciascuno di noi.
Non avrei riconosciuto, in una storia che ha inizio in un Venerdì Santo del 1960, Ethan/Caino che abbandonando il suo fratello Danny/Abele si discolpa dicendo 'Sono forse io il custode di mio fratello?' e lo sacrifica all'altare della sua ambizione.
Così come non avrei riconosciuto la seducente, provocante Margie Young-Hunt/Eva avvolgere lentamente Ethan, sino a portarlo dalla sua parte per poi trasformarsi in una Margie/Maddalena.
Se io stessa non mi fossi trovata, non mi trovassi a volte, in un'età in cui basta un nulla per affondare nell'inverno del proprio scontento, in cui decidere di abbandonare tutti i propri principi in virtù di una vita più semplice, di un successo conquistato con l'inganno e la mistificazione, se non sapessi che troppo spesso la realtà delle cose, la società che ci circonda ci promette La perla capace di mutare il corso della nostra esistenza, ci istiga a tradire noi stessi in cambio di un posto in prima fila, se non sapessi che alla fine dei conti l'uomo di Steinbeck chiederà sempre, prima che la luna sia tramontata rassicurazione sul fatto che il suo debito sarà pagato, e che gli sarebbe impossibile sfuggire da sé e dal proprio giudizio di sé, se non sapessi tutto questo, se non avessi saputo tutto questo, avrei fatto fino alla fine il tifo per Ethan Hawley, modesto commesso nel negozio che fu della sua agiata famiglia, e per il suo rivoluzionario sogno americano, quello che proprio in quegli anni, da Revolutionary Road, Connecticut, a New Baytown, New England, lasciava credere a tutti di meritare di più di quello che possedevano, di essere destinati a qualcosa di grande, di poter allungare la mano fino a toccare le stelle.
Avrei fatto il tifo per lui, povero Ethan, se non avessi saputo che non c'è modo, secondo Steinbeck, di mutare il proprio destino, di prendere quello che non ci spetta, di scalare posizioni con l'imbroglio, di usare scorciatoie per poterle toccare davvero quelle stelle*.
Ma lo sapevo, lo sapevo che alla fine l'avrei riconosciuto, John Steinbeck, che l'avrei ritrovato anche nello Steinbeck che non mi aspettavo.
Quello che è stato capace di trasportare e trasformare le rivalse sociali dei contadini, degli umili e dei diseredati, in quelle della media borghesia, psicologicamente vittima dello stesso scontento, che non nasce però dall'assenza del pane, ma dal confronto, dal desiderare ciò che possiedono gli altri; quello ironico e tagliente, unico nel creare un personaggio del quale riusciamo a cogliere attimo per attimo, proprio davanti ai nostri occhi, un mutamento straordinario, «Mi par di credere che un uomo cambia di continuo. Ma ci sono momenti in cui il cambiamento si fa avvertibile», il passaggio dal divertente bottegaio che arringa barattoli di conserve e sottaceti lontano dagli sguardi di tutti, dal marito leale e affettuoso e padre integro e onesto, all'uomo che vacilla e si lascia tentare, che vede crescere in sé una febbre improvvisa, un delirio chiamato avidità, potere, possesso, e attraverso il quale puntare il dito, chiedersi cos'è la morale, «morale è solo una parola?» senza però cedere a facili moralismi.
Lo Steinbeck che non mi aspettavo (ma non è neanche del tutto vero perché già ne La Valle dell'Eden… ma questa è un'altra storia!), è quello capace di creare una tensione fortissima, un ritmo che accelera i battiti cardiaci, che fa trattenere il fiato e divorare gli ultimi capitoli rabbrividendo ad ogni parola, nella speranza che… ma quanto rumore fa un uomo che pensa?
«Un uomo è una cosa solitaria», solo davanti alla propria coscienza, una coscienza che è implacabile.

(*E a proposito di stelle, non ho potuto fare a meno di pensare a Leo Burnett, un uomo di quegli anni, sconosciuto ai più, ma che sulla porta di quella che sarebbe diventata una delle più grandi agenzie di pubblicità del mondo, aveva un logo raffigurante una mano che tendeva alle stelle, autore di uno dei testamenti più belli che abbia mai letto. http://www.antoniofiligno.com/attuali...)

«Il fallimento è uno stato mentale. È come una di quelle trappole che scava nella sabbia il formicaleone. Si continua a scivolar giù. Ci vuole un bel salto per uscirne. E lei deve fare quel salto, Eth. Una volta fuori, si accorgerà che anche il successo è uno stato mentale.»
«Non è per caso anche una trappola?»
«Forse sì…ma d'un tipo migliore.»
«E se uno fa il salto e ci rimette qualcun altro?»
«Solo Dio vede cadere il passero, ma nemmeno Dio può farci nulla.»


Del perché amo John Steinbeck e David Foster Wallace.

L'inverno del nostro scontento - 1961
«Non te la prenderesti di quel che pensa la gente di te, se sapessi quanto poco ci pensano»

Infinite Jest - 1996
«La vostra preoccupazione per ciò che gli altri pensano di voi scompare una volta che capite quanto di rado pensano a voi.»autori-che-amo autori-usa letteratura-usa ...more65 s Pakinam Mahmoud919 4,205

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