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As Vinhas Da Ira (1936)

by John Steinbeck (Favorite Author)

3.88 of 5 Votes: 4

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review 1: “Some of the owner men were kind because they hated what they had to do, and some of them were angry because they hated to be cruel, and some of them were cold because they had long ago found that one could not be an owner unless one were cold. And all of them were caught in something larger than themselves. Some of them hated the mathematics that drove them, and some were afraid, and some worshiped the mathematics because it provided a refuge from thought and from feeling. If a bank or a finance company owned the land, the owner man said, The Bank—or the Company—needs—wants—insists—must have—as though the Bank or the Company were a monster, with thought and feeling, which had ensnared them. These last would take no responsibility for the banks or the compani... morees because they were men and slaves, while the banks were machines and masters all at the same time. Some of the owner men were a little proud to be slaves to such cold and powerful masters. The owner men sat in the cars and explained. You know the land is poor. You've scrabbled at it long enough, God knows.Well, it's too late. And the owner men explained the workings and the thinkings of the monster that was stronger than they were. A man can hold land if he can just eat and pay taxes; he can do that. Yes, he can do that until his crops fail one day and he has to borrow money from the bank. But—you see, a bank or a company can't do that, because those creatures don't breathe air, don't eat side-meat. They breathe profits; they eat the interest on money. If they don't get it, they die the way you die without air, without side-meat. It is a sad thing, but it is so. It is just so. The squatting men raised their eyes to understand. Can't we just hang on? Maybe the next year will be a good year. God knows how much cotton next year. And with all the wars—God knows what price cotton will bring. Don't they make explosives out of cotton? And uniforms? Get enough wars and cotton'll hit the ceiling. Next year, maybe. They looked up questioningly. We can't depend on it. The bank—the monster has to have profits all the time. It can't wait. It'll die. No, taxes go on. When the monster stops growing, it dies. It can't stay one size.We know that—all that. It's not us, it's the bank. A bank isn't like a man. Or an owner with fifty thousand acres, he isn't like a man either. That's the monster. Sure, cried the tenant men, but it's our land. We measured it and broke it up. We were born on it, and we got killed on it, died on it. Even if it's no good, it's still ours. That's what makes it ours—being born on it, working it, dying on it. That makes ownership, not a paper with numbers on it. We're sorry. It's not us. It's the monster. The bank isn't like a man. Yes, but the bank is only made of men. No, you're wrong there—quite wrong there. The bank is something else than men. It happens that every man in a bank hates what the bank does, and yet the bank does it. The bank is something more than men, I tell you. It's the monster. Men made it, but they can't control it.The tenants cried, Grampa killed Indians, Pa killed snakes for the land. Maybe we can kill banks—they're worse than Indians and snakes. Maybe we got to fight to keep our land, like Pa and Grampa did.And now the owner men grew angry. You'll have to go.But it's ours, the tenant men cried. We—No. The bank, the monster owns it. You'll have to go.We'll get our guns, like Grampa when the Indians came. What then?Well—first the sheriff, and then the troops. You'll be stealing if you try to stay, you'll be murderers if you kill to stay. The monster isn't men, but it can make men do what it wants.”Instantly one of my favorite, if not my favorite, fiction book of all time. The Joad family story line is personable, highlights the country wide narrative, and adds a personal element to a legacy of capitalization that those who control the world don’t want you to know. Touching on migration, poor on poor resentment, the consequences of western capitalism, dreams of a better future, religion, the soullessness of our current means of organizing, the true nature of man, unions, price floors police corruption,internalization of destruction of our comrades, organizing, and calls you to reflect on where this migration fits in our country’s legacy of exploitation of the poor. Tom, Noah, Casey, the mother, the father, and all the people picked up along the way tell a story of not only themselves but of large groups of people and how they were effected by greed and negligence. A must read in unraveling the troubled history of industrialization.
review 2: من ترجمه شاهرخ مسکوب و عبدالرحیم احمدی را خوندمدر تمام طول کتاب، منتظر بارورشدن این خوشه های خشم بودم ولی چندان اتفاقی نیافتاد، به جز حرکت نافرجام کشیش و خشم پنهان توم و قصدش برای پیروی از کشیش و ایجاد یک حرکت اعتراضی، سایرین تمامی سعیشان در جهت بقا، زنده ماندن و کنار آمدن با شرایط پیش آمده است. مادر شخصیت تحسین برانگیزی داره، مثل یک فرمانده عمل میکنه، درد و غم تک تک افراد خونواده رو میدونه، میدونه چطور باید با هر کس رفتار کرد و نهایت تلاشش رو میکنه تا خونواده رو حفظ کنه، هر چند گاه شرایط قویتر از خواست او عمل میکنند.«....به چی فکر می کردین؟- به روح القدس و راه عیسی. میگم چرا باید اینو به حساب خدا یا عیسی گذاشت؟ خیلی وقتها میگفتم شاید همه مردها و همه زنها هستن که ما دوست داریم. شاید روح القدس همینه – روح بشری – همه آدمها. شاید که همه مردم یک روح کلی بیشتر ندارن هر کس هم یک جزء کوچیکی از این روح داره. و وقتی که به این چیزها فکر میکردم یک مرتبه به همه ش عقیده پیدا می کردم. همچه از ته دل به این حرفها عقیده پیدا میکردم که میگفتم تمامش حقیقته. هنوز هم همین عقیده رو دارم»صفحه 45«کیزی گفت: آدم هرجا باشه عادت میکنه و دیگه براش سخته از اونجا بره. نحوه فکر کردن هم بعد از مدتی عادت میشه و دیگه عوض کردنش سخته. من دیگه کشیش نیستم اما همه ش بی آنکه خودم بفهمم دعا میخونم»صفحه less

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