

A selection of short stories, fairly typical to Steinbeck‘s style but seemingly lack purpose, any depth or greater exploration. Thinking back to last week when I read it I only remember two of the stories. The story of a lynching in 1930s America was confronting, and he captured a moment well - yet reading it today one wants more condemnation or understanding. It‘s a curious piece. Not where I‘d start with Steinbeck but quick enough to give a go.