Monday, July 12

Of Mice and Men: The Analysis

Whew, buddy.  Of Mice and Men is an intense, intense little book.  105 pages of rawness and realness.  I never read it in high school, so I don't know how the teachers usually present it or if I am even understanding it fully.

It was a sad, sad book.  How those men lived was astonishing to me.  Getting food, water, shelter was such a laborious task.  I can imagine that they worked their skinny rear ends off each day to make such a little amount of money.  It is so funny to think that they couldn't just relax on Facebook or Twitter or Youtube or Hulu ... they had cards and the bar.  But they talked ... obviously, for a book, there needs to be delicious dialogue, but these men actually talked in their free time.  Simply amazing.

I honestly did not understand that Lennie had a mental problem until a coworker pointed it out to me.  I thought he was just being goofy and crazy ... but when he started talking to himself as Aunt Clara and then the rabbit, I understood.  Poor, poor Lennie!

I also imagine that it was boring back then being a woman ... or at least it was for Curley's wife.  What could you do with your life?  Get married, have babies, wear red lipstick.  Very interesting.

Ok.  That is my 3 minutes analysis before I jump into bed.  Obviously, it's not very deep, but I am tired and right now this wonderfully hot bag of popcorn is much more tempting.  ;)

If you haven't read it, I would read it at least once to get some sort of grasp of life back then and how life has changed/not changed in modern times.  Very interesting to view the relationships and treatments of those men.

One book down!


Listening to: Maggi, Pierce and E.J.
Reading: Lessons from a Sheep Dog
Stalking: Le Portillon

1 comment:

Jill B. said...

I think Lennie's specific problem is a low IQ-related issue. It is also sad that back then there weren't any treatments for that kind of thing or even methods you could teach families for how to best assist mentally handicapped individuals. We've come a long way. Of course, I'm sure Steinbeck could find all kinds of modern tragedies to write about if he were alive today.