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...Madison, he took a swipe at Joe McCarthy: "The free mind is no barking dog to be tethered on a ten-foot chain. It must be unrestricted . . . Some, perhaps, find it politically profitable to cultivate the vineyards of anxiety. I would warn them lest they reap the grapes of wrath." At Milwaukee, where Stevenson drew a crowd that was somewhat bigger than Eisenhower's crowd of the week before, Stevenson criticized Ike for his routine endorsement of Joe McCarthy and of Indiana's Senator William Jenner. Said Stevenson: "Disturbing things have taken place in our own land...
...opposition," charged Stevenson, ". . . is laying down a barrage of ugly, twisted, demagogic distortion." Immediate cause of the Illinois governor's wrath was Ike's accusation that the Administration had "bungled" the U.S. into the Korean war. If the Administration had underestimated the Soviet threat, declared Stevenson, so had Ike. "In November 1945 [Eisenhower] even told the House Military Affairs Committee: 'Nothing guides Russian policy so much as a desire for friendship with...
...comparison to Steinbeck's earlier novels, "East of Eden" has greater variation in mood and less singleness of theme. Because of the loose construction, one does not fell the direct impact found in such a work as "The Grapes of Wrath...
John Steinbeck, now 50, has run a wobbly literary path for nearly a quarter of a century. Signposts along the way read: charming sentimentality (Tortilla Flat), left-wing melodrama (In Dubious Battle), maudlin blather (Of Mice and Men), tender innocence (The Red Pony), honest social indignation (Grapes of Wrath), meretricious sex (The Wayward Bus). His latest novel, East of Eden, comes under none of these labels, although it courts most of them for long stretches...
...while working on Grapes of Wrath, Steinbeck wrote in his journal: "I must one day write a book about my people [family]." He got around to it in 1951. Steinbeck's intention was to write a story that would tell his sons, now aged eight and six, about their forebears and the Salinas Valley in California where they settled. But on the way, fiction ran riot and took over from fact so brazenly that much of the story is hardly fit reading for moppets...