Showing posts with label poverty. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poverty. Show all posts

Saturday, October 3, 2015

The Grapes of Wrath, by John Steinbeck



I read this many years ago, but I only remember bits and pieces of it. When I saw it at a yard sale last spring, I bought it to read again. I'm glad I did. There are many gems in it.
On corporate, commercial farming: "Carbon is not a man, nor salt nor water nor calcium. He is all of these, but he is much more, much more; and the land is so much more than its analysis. ...that man who is more than his elements knows the land that is more than its analysis. But the machine man, driving a dead tractor on land he does not know and love, understands only chemistry; and he is contemptuous of the land and of himself. When the corrugated iron doors are shut, he goes home and his home is not the land."

On the Dust Bowl migration along Route 66: "The people in flight streamed out on 66 .... All day they rolled slowly along the road, and at night they stopped near water. In the day ancient leaky radiators sent up columns of steam, loose connecting rods hammered and pounded. And the men driving the trucks and the overloaded cars listened apprehensively. How far between towns? It is a terror between towns. If something breaks - well, if something breaks we camp right here ...."

The people didn't leave because of the dust. They left because huge corporations bought the land from the owners. The people no longer owned the land their ancestors had settled. Years before, they had had to borrow against it and had been unable to pay their debts. Banks owned it. Land companies owned it. Sold it for profit, and drove the sharecropping tenants out. They had high hopes of a better life in California.

The above is a partial review; I hadn't finished it then. All I can say now is that it is a very deep, rich book. A disturbing, thought-provoking book. It was well worth reading again, I'm glad I did.

Okay, I have finished it, and actually gotten my old atlas of the United States and followed their journey through Oklahoma, the Texas panhandle, New Mexico, Arizona, and into California! The town they started from, Sallisaw, OK is in the far eastern part of Oklahoma, near Ft. Smith, Arkansas.

The book told the story of the Joad family, and interspersed this with chapter-long essays on the economy of the nation, the dust bowl migration as a whole and its effect on the western states to which they migrated, and the attitudes and actions of the people they met along the way: auto dealers, who sold the "jalopies" they needed, owners and employees of gas stations and diners whom they approached for fuel, water, and even sometimes food, fellow travelers with whom they camped on the sides of roads, campground managers, sheriffs and state police. This slowed the pace somewhat, but it helped in my understanding of the immensity of the entire situation.

Thursday, June 25, 2015

Out Of The Dust, by Karen Hesse



Read and reviewed in December, 2011. It is no longer in my possession.

I finished it a week or so ago. It is a young adult novel, a winner of the Newbery Medal. It deals with a young girl living through the Depression of the 1930s and the Oklahoma Dust Bowl years, written in first person in a sort of free form poetic style. Very well done!

The cover photo is by Walker Evans, of a young girl in 1930s Alabama, the daughter of a sharecropper. Her story is told here:
Wall Street Journal article

Saturday, June 13, 2015

Oliver Twist, by Charles Dickens


Book image courtesy of tower.com

Read, reviewed and released in summer, 2007

This is a classic that I've heard about almost all my life, I guess, but somehow never read until now. It is a rags to riches, boy Cinderella story about an unidentified orphan child born in a Victorian workhouse, taken in by a gang of robbers and pickpockets, but later rescued by two groups of kind people who give him a fresh start in life, and ultimately discover his true identity.

Dickens' anti-Semitism is discussed in the afterword. It was offensive to me, but I considered it a part of the times in which he lived and wrote.

Tess of the d'Urbervilles, by Thomas Hardy



Read, reviewed and released in July, 2006

Great classic book, fulfilling on so many levels. I got exasperated at Tess for some of the short-sighted decisions she made, but she lived in her time, not my time, and she did the best she could. I was angriest at her parents, and at Alec and Angel. Everyone "did her wrong."

Tortilla Flat, by John Steinbeck


Book image courtesy of Modern Library

Read, reviewed, and released in April, 2006

This book is composed of a series of small vignettes in the lives of a group of California paisanos. "What is a paisano? He is a mixture of Spanish, Indian, Mexican, and assorted Caucasian bloods. His ancestors have lived in California for a hundred or two years. He speaks English with a paisano accent and Spanish witha paisano accent..."

This group of paisanos is largely jobless and homeless. One of them works and shares his food with the group, and another of them owns a house, and shares shelter with the group. The book tells of their small adventures and exploits, and of their bond as a unit, and of the tragic end of that bond.

Wednesday, June 3, 2015

The Book of Ruth, by Jane Hamilton



I read and reviewed this book in September, 2002. I was a new Bookcrosser, and had met another new Bookcrosser at a bookstore. We exchanged books, as Bookcrossers do. This is the one she gave me; I sent it to another Bookcrosser after finishing it, as part of a bookbox.

I found The Book of Ruth disturbing, depressing, and haunting, but I couldn't put it down. Just had to keep reading, to find out what happens next. The horriying climax is indescribable.

This book has remained in my mind like few others. It was disturbing, yes, and I didn't enjoy reading it, but it has made me think, and consider in a new way people I might not have given a second thought. The main character in The Book of Ruth was so unlike me that I had trouble relating to her, but I was able to see that people like her aren't just "poor white trash." They have feelings, emotions, dreams, hopes, and maybe make poor decisions for lack of perceiving better choices.

I won't just dismiss such people when I see them around town, or read about them in the newspaper. I will try to remember that they are real people with real lives, and problems that I can't imagine.