East of Eden Review
Yes! I completed a John Steinbeck novel. Woo hoo! After starting and never finishing Grapes of Wrath three times, i despaired of ever completing a Steinbeck. I was sure his work was not for me, which is still true in a way. Here's the back of the cover summary:
Set in the rich farmland of California's Salinas Valley, this sprawling and often brutal novel follows the intertwined destinies of two families - the Trasks and the Hamiltons - whose generations helplessly reenact the fall of Adam and Eve and the poisonous rivalry of Cain and Abel. Here is the work in which Steinbeck created his most mesmerizing characters and explored his most enduring themes: the mystery of identity; the inexplicability of love, and the murderous consequences of love's absence.
(Having just transcribed that, i question the mixing of the semi-colon and the comma in that last sentence...)
This was Steinbeck. This was going to be depressing. I hate depressing. Everyday i would come home and complain to fnord12 about how horrible this book was. And he would keep telling me i didn't have to keep reading it. I did it anyway because, by God, i was going to finish a Steinbeck this time! No matter how much whining fnord12 had to endure, i was going to do it!
So, i did. And i'm glad i did despite how awful it was. The writing is incredibly beautiful. If i had an infant, there would be no Goodnight, Moon at bedtime. I'd read East of Eden just so it could hear how lovely words can be when used properly.
There's this [emphasis mine]:
Liza Hamilton was a very different kettle of Irish. Her head was small and round and it held small round convictions. She had a button nose and a hard little set-back chin, a gripping jaw set on its course even though the angels of God argued against it.
Samuel's anger grew and put out leaves.
Steinbeck has this incredible ability to put words together in such a way that they become tangible objects. It's amazing.
Unfortunately, the story itself was much less lovely. It is very in-your-face with the Cain and Abel analogy. The first third of the book is about two brothers, Charles and Adam Trask.
The remaining two thirds are about Adam's sons Cal and Aron.
The relationship between the two sets of brothers mimics each other in a way. Charles and Cal are both protective, yet contemptuous of their "weaker" brothers, exploiting that weakness for their own pleasure, though Cal's method was much more subtle, thus more interesting.
Cal did not question the fact that people like his brother better, but he had developed a means for making it all right with himself. He planned and waited until one time that admiring person exposed himself, and then something happened and the victim never knew how or why. Out of revenge Cal extracted a fluid of power, and out of power, joy. It was the strongest, purest emotion he knew. Far from disliking Aron, he loved him because he was usually the cause for Cal's feelings of triumph. He had forgotten - if he had ever known - that he punished because he wished he could be loved as Aron was loved. It had gone so far that he preferred what he had to what Aron had.
So, it's a "history repeating itself" kind of dread you feel as you keep reading.
I couldn't really stand Adam Trask. He was pretty useless, imo, and so lucky for the people around him who took care of him and his kids. I think they should have grabbed the kids and left Adam on the side of the road someplace.
My favorite characters were Adam's neighbor Samuel Hamilton, and Lee, Adam's Chinese servant (and nanny, despite Adam being an adult). They both can see disasters approaching and are both helpless to do anything to stop them. Sometimes they try and sometimes they just wait for whatever it is to happen in a resigned sort of manner, philosophizing along the way. If the book was more about them and less about everybody else, i would have loved it.
When you are first introduced to Lee, he speaks in pidgin even though he was born in the United States and has no accent at all. In a conversation with Hamilton, he explains why.
"Lee," he said at last, "I mean no disrespect, but I've never been able to figure why you people still talk pidgin when an illiterate baboon from the black bogs of Ireland, with a head full of Gaelic and a tongue like a potato, learns to talk a poor grade of English in ten years."
That's an incredible accusation to make. I wonder exactly how true it was, how prevalent it was, and if it's still true today. Now every time someone has trouble understanding me, i'm going to analyze the why.
I got through this book by marking every crazy and wonderful thing written in it. By the time i was done, it was full of hot pink post-its. And now i'll post them here so that i can continue to enjoy them without having to read this awful (and beautiful) book again.
There are the quotes that i just thought were amusing:
...he came about thirty years before the turn of the century and he brought with him his tiny Irish wife, a tight hard little woman humorless as a chicken. She had a dour Presbyterian mind and a code of morals that pinned down and beat the brains out of nearly everything that was pleasant to do.
You can boast about anything if it's all you have. Maybe the less you have, the more you are required to boast.
Lee: "But the Irish are said to be a happy people, full of jokes."
Cathy had always been able to shovel into the mind of any man and dig up his impulses and his desires. But Lee's brain gave and repelled like rubber. His face was lean and pleasant, his forehead broad, firm, and sensitive, and his lips curled in a perpetual smile.
By min | July 18, 2013, 1:09 PM | Boooooks