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I loved that whole quote. I think I might use that line right there a lot -- whenever it strikes me to do so. Watch for it on my blog!
Great post.
That Steinbeck is not respected the way he should be says more for our deliterate culture, which fobs off writers not even capable of being hacks- Eggers, Foster Wallace, Frey, as writers, and gives awards to hacks- JC Oates, TC Boyle, or current Poet Laureate Donald Hall.
Even worse is when people leach off of the success of their forebears, such as Steinbeck's son: http://www.cosmoetica.com/B288-DES228.htm
The only way to combat it is to avoid the systems that promote such bad writers. Too many artists delude themselves the way American Idol rejects do because no one actually wants to criticize. 99.9% of all writing is BAD, and that won't change by not acknowledging it. Worse, are the MFA scams which take $ from the talentless.
Then, America's history is all about con men, sio why shd Academia be any better?
That said, so much of what Steinbeck wrote comes across to me as corny that I miss passages like the one quoted, even though it rings familiar.
Good, bad, melodramatic or sublimely subtle, fiction writers deserve, to my mind anyway, some forbearance. Even in Steinbeck's day, they struggled to earn a living. The adrenaline-fueled activity if one practices it long enough can drive you crazy, especially if like so many fiction writers, you did not start out among the hardiest souls.
Given that so few people read fiction anymore, I do not expect fiction writers be given attention, just a bit more patience than, say, a famous and dazzling gladiator who is commonly widely admired, praised, and rich.
'The best lack all convictions, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.'
Tioo true re: modern writers. Those w talent give up because getting published is a crapshoot divorced from quality, while the bad, obsessed, and psychotic, trudge on. Or, like Steinbeck's son, bring disgrace to their name.
Well, you just flipped everything I've always believed right on its head. That thought sure is a drain on the spirit.
At least you've given me something to think about ... not sure I want to, though.
Agreed on the praise for The Grapes of Wrath. Has anyone read it recently? I think that's the next of his I'll go back to.
Effete, , self referential, overly refined writing is what they often like, not writing with power. And like it or not, if you can avoid sliding into cliche, using archetypes and repetition and so on can be very powerful.
One of the problems that lit types have is the same as many movie critics have - many have read too much, and have become jaded. The simple pleasures are no longer enough for them, because they've read them too often. Something more subtle, refined, or something more outre and "shocking" is needed.
His short novels (The Pearl, etc) are often far too simplistic - parables, really, and not very good.
The Grapes of Wrath, however, at least as I remember it, was a knockout: deservedly called a classic, warts and all.
I also much enjoyed Travels with Charlie.
I still have a distinct picture in my mind of the mood of the town that is occupied by an unnamed country's army, but is certainly Germany's.
It's very relevant today.
I've just found this site and am very happy reading here...
But although Steinbeck may be out of vogue these days with the critics, he's still a huge presence in American storytelling, not just for "Grapes of Wrath," but for "Of Mice and Men," and, on a personal scale, not so far really from Bukowski and Miller, for "Travels with Charley." As well some other popular books that would really tick off the critics.
Which raises the question: How much do the critics matter, really?
Sorry, guess I shouldn't bring that up on this site.
His prose is as painful as Hawthorne's, and eliding "the repetition and the melodrama, and the often clumsy ways set pieces are pushed into place" is not exactly a setup for praise.
He hits brilliant notes but rarely presents a complete symphony. (His social effect surely deserves to be credited, as greg in ak noted.)
In fact, if there is anyone today who is his successor, it's probably Stephen King (who I would certainly prefer to DFW for the Nobel; then again, I might be willing to make an argument for Lonesome Dove as a seminal work of American literature).