Well, now I'm upset.
I have not finished the assigned section, dudes. I was happily trucking along, reading on Wednesday with plenty o' time to finish, and then BAM. Steinbeck kills the dog.
|How could you?|
Granted, the dog was nameless, and not a particularly central character, but MAN. It's just, it's the most manipulative kind of literary device, dog-killing. (Totally a literary device. That handout you get in high school goes 1. Simile, 2. Metonymy, 3. Dog-Killing.) I hate that crap. And then, I get over the dog (and myself, a little bit) and start reading again and BAM. Steinbeck kills Grampa. This is getting George RR Martin-y, and it's making me nervous.
Grampa dying is the saddest. He didn't even want to go to California, in the end.
|He's not even supposed to be here today.|
But Casy was right - Grampa died the minute he left their land. UGH, Steinbeck.
Now, I'm on Chapter 15 and I've had to take a break because he's started listing cars again.
But hey, I'll catch up. It's just, it's the rainy season now in my neck of the woods and dark early + raining all the time + Grapes of freaking Wrath = sad all the livelong day.
|In conclusion, dust bowl gif.|
Next day pre-post update: Now I'm at the part where Tom Joad Jr. just suggested he and Casy stay behind and fix the truck while everyone else goes on ahead. Really? Split up? It's like he's never even seen a horror movie.
|This will end badly.|