I finished reading Of Mice and Men last night. Its very short length belies the emotional impact of Steinbeck’s obliquely named novella. Though I had read it before, some twenty odd years ago, I found myself hazy on the details, and I decided to read it again. And I think I may read it yet […]
Hatin’ on Shakespeare, Joyce, Steinbeck, Twain…
2014-05-22 · by ·
There’s just no accounting for taste. Early on in my relationship with My Better-half, we had our first fight over whether one needed to read the classics. It was a doozy. We were attending a reading of a popular author that she liked. “I used to be you,” the author said to an English major in the […]
