Gut Rumbles

April 04, 2005

of mice and men, part 2

Read the book. See the play. Think about what the story really means. Think about where the title came from. Watch the character "Cookie" and listen to what he has to say.

And think about dying. Think about Lenny there on the riverbank with the lynch-mob closing in on him. Think about what was running though George's mind at the time.... time that was growing ever shorter. There was no way out, at least not for Lenny.

George told Lenny to look away and picture the story in his mind, and George started talking again about the little farm with the windmill and the rabbits that Lenny could tend, by feeding them alfalfa he could pick from the field. Lenny had the look of a delighted child on his face.

That's when George shot him, right in the back of the head.

Lenny died before the posse arrived. He also died with his own picture of heaven in his mind. Not many people get to do that--- to die in a moment of pure bliss. We should all go that way.

George probably regretted what he did for the rest of his life. He killed a friend. But he did it at the right time, in the right place, the right way. Lenny was better off.

Call it morbid, but I would like to die that way.

(Yes, I have issues...)


There's always Jekyll...

And the firepower will be there.

Posted by: Velocigod on April 5, 2005 12:01 AM

A-man, I wanna die with a big shit eatin' grin on my face, rock hard, and knee deep in some good trim! I mean, if you gonna pick a way man, get creative. On my knees, destitute, at the end of my rope, pack o' dogs, gun to the back of my head tryin' to think happy thoughts??...FUCK THAT! If yer my friend, how bout shootin' them fuckin' dogs....Yeah, I know, I missed your point. My point?...Tomorrow...ain't no fuckin' tomorrow.....Get on with livin', or get on with dyin'. Carpe diem my friend, carpe diem.

Posted by: DONGER on April 5, 2005 12:25 AM

I read it many times. Steinbeck may not be fashionable any more but in my opinion he was the finest American writer of the 20th century and also the first adult fiction I read as a child. I still possess almost everything he ever wrote. And it was an utterly beautiful way to go for Lenny. But it only happened because George was such a loving, caring friend. Beauty of reading Steinbeck as a child - I could reread as a teenager and again as an adult and get more out of it with every reading.

Posted by: Nelly on April 5, 2005 04:43 PM
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