Found in a hotel room in New Hampshire, picked up to fill the hours, instead kept me up late into the night finishing it.

As always with Steinbeck, tight, consistent prose that feels like you are sucked along at a fast pace even when the narrative is wandering among the flowers. Even when the end has been clearly telegraphed by foreshadowing, the writing is so tight you cannot look away from the train wreck.

Sidenotes: Society has changed much - and yet little since this slice of the past.