A review by uwishuknewmyname
Travels with Charley: In Search of America by John Steinbeck
4.0
“There are as many worlds as there are kinds of days.”
“But I do wonder if a down-Easter, sitting on a nylon-and-aluminum chair out on a changelessly green lawn slapping mosquitos in the evening of a Florida October — I do wonder if the stab of memory doesn’t strike him high in the stomach, just below the ribs where it hurts. And in the humid ever-summer I dare his picturing mind not to go back to the shout of color, to the clean rasp of frosty air, to the smell of pine wood burning and the caressing warmth of kitchens. For how can one know color in perpetual green, and what good is warmth without cold to give it sweetness?”
Young John Steinbeck looks like Paul Walker. I have gotten one person to agree with me so far.
“But I do wonder if a down-Easter, sitting on a nylon-and-aluminum chair out on a changelessly green lawn slapping mosquitos in the evening of a Florida October — I do wonder if the stab of memory doesn’t strike him high in the stomach, just below the ribs where it hurts. And in the humid ever-summer I dare his picturing mind not to go back to the shout of color, to the clean rasp of frosty air, to the smell of pine wood burning and the caressing warmth of kitchens. For how can one know color in perpetual green, and what good is warmth without cold to give it sweetness?”
Young John Steinbeck looks like Paul Walker. I have gotten one person to agree with me so far.