Finally picked up Grapes of Wrath, and damn is it good. Steinbeck has such beautiful prose when he’s not writing southern dialect.
What other classics are still compelling today? If it’s any help, I don’t really dig Vonnegut, Asimov, and Huxley.
I love the augeries of innocence! The beginning is good, of course, everyone likes to hold infinity in their hand and heaven in a wildflower. But the end really got to me too,
Some are born to sweet delight
Some are born to sweet delight
Some are born to Endless Night
I remember one English prof of mine insisting that Blake actually hated the poor and oppressed from like a calvanist pov (as in they were sinners and doomed to suffer and this suffering was good). I have no idea how he got that, Blake seemed to align himself with the poor and oppressed.
