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Dreams and goals are trapped in a vicious spiral, and the desire to control fate is nothing more than a peaceful illusion carrying heavy legs that are continuously moving.
Reading Cannery Row, I discovered a little joy and optimism scattered throughout the narrative, of rats and other people entirely. It's like entering a tunnel with high aspirations of seeing light in the distance, but it turns out that the tunnel is growing deeper and darker, and waiting for people is the end. Reading John Steinbeck reminds me of Nam Cao; they are both authors of working and impoverished people in society, and they both include the ideology of art for humanity into their work, constantly occupying a space. somber in his literature for the world's most destitute.
It is incorrect to believe that everyone lives a prosperous existence in a successful nation like the United States. There had previously written literature on the fate of women and working people in Vietnam, and America was no exception. The author describes the destiny of hired employees who make a few dozen silver a month, go to the street to "relax," drink, and prostitute until they run out of money, and then bury their heads in grain the following month. -12 hours each day Everyone wishes to own a piece of property, but the path from want to reality is fraught with difficulties. world.
The following are the paragraphs that most impressed me:
The text reads to a tall fool who only dreams of raising animals on the farm, especially bunnies since he adores their fluffy fur, and he continues asking his best buddy to tell it to him again and again and again. Going back to their dream farm, I don't think it's adorable; I'm looking forward to the point where these two buy the garden of their dreams, who knows? Then the old man Candy remained there gazing at the dead body, blaming her for his goal of having his own garden, of finding a shelter at the end of his life.
A notion that had filled him with optimism for several days - abruptly came to an end. non-inertial. It's normal to feel sorry for yourself.
Then Curley's wife married but still provided love from one worker to another, even the fool would not forgive, and in the end, the idiot inadvertently broke her neck and died, and she no longer had a scratchy, tough appearance. Death has left a body with a beautiful and soft face, in a peaceful state as if it were sleeping. Perhaps her entire life she only dreamed of becoming famous, dressed in velvet, but the dream failed again, she married someone she did not love, all day around a monotonous and lonely existence, is accidental death liberation?
The final scene is undoubtedly the most disturbing; it is George, who is constantly alongside the idiot and shares every bit of rice, overcomes adversity, and is also the one who ends the vision of a fool's own farm with one gunshot in the middle of the neck. That's correct, the fool after inadvertently causing several disasters, if he continues to live will be an "accidental" threat. I envision the author allowing the person he trusts, who is also his sole relative, to assist him. Keep the fantasy alive, is sensible, though harsh.
George frequently complains because of the fool that he has to work a hundred ways, can't go with a girl, can't go anywhere, like a youth trapped in debt, but he loves the idiot very much and is determined not to let him go, everything is good for the fool, and try to buy land with the fool to buy a garden later. Life is frequently straightforward. People who have been in a long-term relationship with each other are more than just husband and wife. They are not cousins, blood brothers, or lovers, like the two major characters, but they are the most genuine friends I have ever met.