Title: The Wayward Bus

Author: John Steinbeck

Category: Fiction

Page Count: 250

Rating: 4/5

I mean, you can’t go wrong with Steinback, can you? This one is pretty typical of his work in that it covers relatively normal people and the way that they react to relatively normal situations. It takes a lot of talent for a writer to cover every day, humdrum situations and to make them interesting, but Steinbeck is one of the few who has the knack.

What’s interesting about that is that the plot itself almost doesn’t matter, because it wasn’t the plot elements that I tabbed out and wanted to talk about. I was much more interested in the witty one-liners and the little nuggets of wisdom that were scattered throughout. In that way, it reminded me of White Mule by William Carlos Williams, which was written in such a way that it was obvious that the author was a poet.

The only real drawback to this book, at least for me, was that the copy I had was pretty old and beaten up, with tiny print that made it difficult to read it for prolonged periods of time. In a way, that was a good thing, because it left me wanting to read more of it than I physically could. That’s a nice problem to have though, and it was honestly just a joy to be getting back to Steinbeck. Everything the man touched just turned to gold.

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