"Of Mice and Men" (1937) by John Steinbeck

I used to think of Steinbeck as one of those plodding, deliberate writers with a permanently furrowed brow whose intensity and heavy-handedness made the books dreary and clotted. The older I get, though, the better he seems. You can see the tragedy coming from a mile away in this short novel, but that doesn't diminish its power when it arrives. — J.K.
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