Grapes of wrath by John Steinback (Review)

When I first saw the topic "The Grapes of wrath", I figured it would be the story of war or a kind of revolution or something similar. But, as I went by, I see why Steinbeck named the book so. The story was an effect. The effect that could be a cause to something very big and nasty.

When all you want is food and you dont get it. When you are weak and you cannot rely on anything and rules don't cover you up. When all you want to eat is the leftovers but the world lets it decay before your eyes then let you touch it. When all you want is to sit down and you dont have a place. And men take more than they want, and you receive hate for no reason at all. When market rises high with your needs and wages are cut, then wrath is born.

When a mysterious director moves and takes control of everything and you dont know whom to fight. You know the consequences, you know the direction but, a fella got to eat. You cannot undo it, and cannot acpt it but anyway, there is no escape. You are shut up against big powers of hierarchy and bureaucracy and you dont like anything still you got to work. Such is fate of capitalism and industrialization.

Wrath is not the cause, it is an effect. Revolutions and wars, were not always the motive of men who were at the top to fulfil their selfish hunger for land and fame. It can sometimes be born in every fellas heart as fear and fear is not a cause, its an effect. And freedom is only possible when fear turns to wrath.

I can see through the book the desperation that drives people. I can also see why communism rose high. The book, till the end, never talked about war, but throughout the book I feel, steinbeck was trying hard to make us think and rethink that wrath is the only possible solution to what Joads were facing in California and rules can sometimes be futile when everything serves a faction.

In today's context, it might be a taboo to say so but I learned from the book that sometimes it's okay to unite, fight and kill.

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