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Once There Was a War
Nobel laureate John Steinbeck's bracing from-the-frontlines account of World War II-now with a new cover and introduction** In 1943 John Steinbeck was on assignment for The New York Herald Tribune, writing from Italy and North Africa, and from England in the midst of the London blitz. In his dispatches he focuses on the human-scale effect of the war, portraying everyone from the guys in a bomber crew to Bob Hope on his USO tour and even fighting alongside soldiers behind enemy lines. Taken together, these writings create an indelible portrait of life in wartime.
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First published January 1, 1958
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John Steinbeck
888 books23.6k followersJohn Ernst Steinbeck was an American writer. He won the 1962 Nobel Prize in Literature "for his realistic and imaginative writings, combining as they do sympathetic humor and keen social perception". He has been called "a giant of American letters."
During his writing career, he authored 33 books, with one book coauthored alongside Edward F. Ricketts, including 16 novels, six non-fiction books, and two collections of short stories. He is widely known for the comic novels Tortilla Flat (1935) and Cannery Row (1945), the multi-generation epic East of Eden (1952), and the novellas The Red Pony (1933) and Of Mice and Men (1937). The Pulitzer Prize–winning The Grapes of Wrath (1939) is considered Steinbeck's masterpiece and part of the American literary canon. By the 75th anniversary of its publishing date, it had sold 14 million copies.
Most of Steinbeck's work is set in central California, particularly in the Salinas Valley and the California Coast Ranges region. His works frequently explored the themes of fate and injustice, especially as applied to downtrodden or everyman protagonists.
During his writing career, he authored 33 books, with one book coauthored alongside Edward F. Ricketts, including 16 novels, six non-fiction books, and two collections of short stories. He is widely known for the comic novels Tortilla Flat (1935) and Cannery Row (1945), the multi-generation epic East of Eden (1952), and the novellas The Red Pony (1933) and Of Mice and Men (1937). The Pulitzer Prize–winning The Grapes of Wrath (1939) is considered Steinbeck's masterpiece and part of the American literary canon. By the 75th anniversary of its publishing date, it had sold 14 million copies.
Most of Steinbeck's work is set in central California, particularly in the Salinas Valley and the California Coast Ranges region. His works frequently explored the themes of fate and injustice, especially as applied to downtrodden or everyman protagonists.
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February 8, 2013
When the US entered World War II, Steinbeck had been involved in writing anti-fascist propaganda for some time. He was keen to secure a commission as an intelligence officer in the armed forces, but this didn't eventuate. Steinbeck then spent time trying to get himself appointed as a war correspondent. In April 1943, the New York Herald Tribune offered to hire him if he could obtain the necessary security clearances. Doing so was not as easy as it should have been, as some people interviewed by Army Counterintelligence described Steinbeck as a dangerous radical. According to Steinbeck's biographer, Jay Parini, a right wing group known as the American Legion Radical Research Bureau had compiled what it considered to be damaging information about Steinbeck, specifically that he had contributed articles to several "red" publications. If Steinbeck was aware of what was being said about him at the time, it must have been particularly galling, given his commitment to supporting the US government and given the fact that his personal politics had never been further to the left than New Deal Democrat.
In any event, Steinbeck obtained clearance to work as a war correspondent and travelled to England on a troop ship in June 1943. He spent almost five months in England and then in Europe, reporting from England, North Africa and Italy. This is a collection of Steinbeck's dispatches from that period, first published in 1958. In the introduction, Steinbeck describes the attitude of experienced war correspondents to his arrival on the scene:
To this hard-bitten bunch of professionals I arrived as a Johnny-come-lately, a sacred cow, a kind of tourist. I think they felt I was muscling in on their hard-gained territory. When, however, they found that I was not duplicating their work, was not reporting straight news, they were very kind to me and went out of their way to help me and to instruct me in the things I didn't know.
Some of Steinbeck's dispatches are quirky observations, some are very funny, some are intensely moving. There is a certain uneveness in the quality of the writing, with some pieces much better written and more interesting than others. Among the best of the pieces is a tribute to Bob Hope in his role as an entertainer of troops and a very funny story about American soldiers collecting souvenirs. However, the most poignant and powerful pieces are those which deal with the allied invasion of Italy. It is in writing about this event that Steinbeck's unsentimental but poetic writing really shines.
In an interview with Jay Parini, Gore Vidal said this about Steinbeck:
The truth is that Steinbeck was really a journalist at heart. All of his best work was journalism in that it was inspired by daily events, by current circumstances. He didn't "invent" things. He "found" them. (See John Steinbeck: A Biography page 331)..
This work provides sound evidence of the correctness of Vidal's opinion.
June 22, 2017
Once There Was a War, John Steinbeck III
تاریخ نخستین خوانش: دوم اکتبر سال 1991 میلادی
عنوان: روزگاری جنگی درگرفت؛ نوشته جان اشتاین (استاین) بک؛ مترجم: محمدرضا پورجعفری، مشخصات نشر: تهران، نقره، 1369، در 300 ص؛ چاپ دیگر: تهران، علم، 1382؛ شابک: 9644053222، در 230 ص؛ موضوع: جنگ جهانگیر دوم - 1939 تا 1945 میلادی - قرن 20 م
داستان با توصیف آغاز میشود. تصویرهای زیبایی دارد که در ذهن خوانشگر مینشیند. از سرگرمی سربازان درون کشتی نیز سخن به میان آمده، در کتاب اشاره شده که درون کشتی، کتابخانه کوچکی ست که سربازان از آن سود میبرند. ا. شربیانی
تاریخ نخستین خوانش: دوم اکتبر سال 1991 میلادی
عنوان: روزگاری جنگی درگرفت؛ نوشته جان اشتاین (استاین) بک؛ مترجم: محمدرضا پورجعفری، مشخصات نشر: تهران، نقره، 1369، در 300 ص؛ چاپ دیگر: تهران، علم، 1382؛ شابک: 9644053222، در 230 ص؛ موضوع: جنگ جهانگیر دوم - 1939 تا 1945 میلادی - قرن 20 م
داستان با توصیف آغاز میشود. تصویرهای زیبایی دارد که در ذهن خوانشگر مینشیند. از سرگرمی سربازان درون کشتی نیز سخن به میان آمده، در کتاب اشاره شده که درون کشتی، کتابخانه کوچکی ست که سربازان از آن سود میبرند. ا. شربیانی
May 11, 2021
For six months, June through December 1943, John Steinbeck worked as a war correspondent for the New York Herald Tribune. He relayed daily dispatches to them. He was forty one. He was a celebrity, given the popularity of The Grapes of Wrath. Deemed a security risk by the Air Force for his so-called “communist views”, he sought another way to participate in the war. He had patriotic sentiments, and he wanted to see the action.
These dispatches are collected in this book, published after the war in 1958. The dispatches were written quickly; they were written to meet deadlines. They were censored by the military and remain so here in the book format. They were written to capture the experiences of the men and the women actually fighting the war--how it looked, sounded and felt, even the smells filling their nostrils are described. What is recorded here are not the words of national and military leaders or army commanders. We are not given a recount of campaign strategies or troop movements.
Steinbeck did not fight; he listened to those doing the fighting; he observed, joked and talked with them. He had access to their mess halls. Through Steinbeck’s words readers are given a close up view of common soldiers’ experiences—embarking on and disembarking from troop ships, of waiting and waiting and waiting for orders. The soldiers, each with a helmet on their head loose their identity; they are one of a mass, one of a group following orders.
We follow the men to unidentified places--“somewhere in England”, “somewhere in the Mediterranean war theater”, to bomber stations, to coast batteries, to minesweeper operations. We are there alongside a bombing crew. We are in London during the Blitz, in Italy and unspecified places in Northern Africa. Algiers and the Italian island Ventotene are specifically mentioned.
We observe the frantic search for lost good luck medallions, the soldiers’ attachment to barrack pets, the miscommunication between American and British soldiers and the men’s anxiety, fear and homesickness.
The tone and the writing style of the articles vary. Some are poignant, movingly capturing soldiers’ emotions. Others are amusing and light. For example, we are told of an inebriated pet goat, of a captain who would not let himself be promoted, of the ubiquitous poster pin-up girls adorning barrack walls, the movies shown and the songs sung. Some incidents are so absurd they stretch believability—the men swear an elf appeared, but of course they were at the time drunk. Most everybody who has read of the war will have heard some of these stories before.
Liking some chapters more and others less, I have given the collection as a whole three stars. I can’t say I learned terribly much, but I don‘t regret reading the book because Steinbeck’s prose is good.
Lloyd James reads the audiobook wonderfully. The listener hears every word. He knows when to pause. He varies his intonations to fit those speaking and the situations that arise. Five stars to the narration.
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Steinbeck’s books in order of preference :
*Of Mice and Men 5 stars
*The Grapes of Wrath 5 stars
*In Dubious Battle 4 stars
*The Wayward Bus 4 stars
*Travels with Charley: In Search of America 4 stars
*The Moon Is Down 4 stars
*Cannery Row 4 stars
*Once There Was a War 3 stars
*The Winter of Our Discontent 3 stars
*A Russian Journal 3 stars
*The Pearl 3 stars
*Sweet Thursday 2 stars
*To a God Unknown 2 stars
*East of Eden 2 stars
*The Red Pony TBR
*The Pastures of Heaven TBR
War Correspondents
*Train to Nowhere: One Woman's War, Ambulance Driver, Reporter, Liberator 5 stars by Anita Leslie
* In Extremis: The Life of War Correspondent Marie Colvin 4 stars by Lindsey Hilsum
*The View from the Ground 4 stars by Martha Gellhorn
*The Face of War 4 stars by Martha Gellhorn
These dispatches are collected in this book, published after the war in 1958. The dispatches were written quickly; they were written to meet deadlines. They were censored by the military and remain so here in the book format. They were written to capture the experiences of the men and the women actually fighting the war--how it looked, sounded and felt, even the smells filling their nostrils are described. What is recorded here are not the words of national and military leaders or army commanders. We are not given a recount of campaign strategies or troop movements.
Steinbeck did not fight; he listened to those doing the fighting; he observed, joked and talked with them. He had access to their mess halls. Through Steinbeck’s words readers are given a close up view of common soldiers’ experiences—embarking on and disembarking from troop ships, of waiting and waiting and waiting for orders. The soldiers, each with a helmet on their head loose their identity; they are one of a mass, one of a group following orders.
We follow the men to unidentified places--“somewhere in England”, “somewhere in the Mediterranean war theater”, to bomber stations, to coast batteries, to minesweeper operations. We are there alongside a bombing crew. We are in London during the Blitz, in Italy and unspecified places in Northern Africa. Algiers and the Italian island Ventotene are specifically mentioned.
We observe the frantic search for lost good luck medallions, the soldiers’ attachment to barrack pets, the miscommunication between American and British soldiers and the men’s anxiety, fear and homesickness.
The tone and the writing style of the articles vary. Some are poignant, movingly capturing soldiers’ emotions. Others are amusing and light. For example, we are told of an inebriated pet goat, of a captain who would not let himself be promoted, of the ubiquitous poster pin-up girls adorning barrack walls, the movies shown and the songs sung. Some incidents are so absurd they stretch believability—the men swear an elf appeared, but of course they were at the time drunk. Most everybody who has read of the war will have heard some of these stories before.
Liking some chapters more and others less, I have given the collection as a whole three stars. I can’t say I learned terribly much, but I don‘t regret reading the book because Steinbeck’s prose is good.
Lloyd James reads the audiobook wonderfully. The listener hears every word. He knows when to pause. He varies his intonations to fit those speaking and the situations that arise. Five stars to the narration.
********************
Steinbeck’s books in order of preference :
*Of Mice and Men 5 stars
*The Grapes of Wrath 5 stars
*In Dubious Battle 4 stars
*The Wayward Bus 4 stars
*Travels with Charley: In Search of America 4 stars
*The Moon Is Down 4 stars
*Cannery Row 4 stars
*Once There Was a War 3 stars
*The Winter of Our Discontent 3 stars
*A Russian Journal 3 stars
*The Pearl 3 stars
*Sweet Thursday 2 stars
*To a God Unknown 2 stars
*East of Eden 2 stars
*The Red Pony TBR
*The Pastures of Heaven TBR
War Correspondents
*Train to Nowhere: One Woman's War, Ambulance Driver, Reporter, Liberator 5 stars by Anita Leslie
* In Extremis: The Life of War Correspondent Marie Colvin 4 stars by Lindsey Hilsum
*The View from the Ground 4 stars by Martha Gellhorn
*The Face of War 4 stars by Martha Gellhorn
August 27, 2023
A well-written account of the experience of Allied combat soldiers in WW2 as well as London’s Blitz, etc. A solid nonfiction piece.
Steinbeck was on assignment with the NY Herald Tribune. This is excellent writing, pithy and clear cut. I enjoy Steinbeck’s style quite a bit in this regard. It reminds me of Hemingway who at one point wrote for The Toronto Star.
Steinbeck was on assignment with the NY Herald Tribune. This is excellent writing, pithy and clear cut. I enjoy Steinbeck’s style quite a bit in this regard. It reminds me of Hemingway who at one point wrote for The Toronto Star.
April 6, 2020
کتاب مجموعه ای از گزارشهای استاین بک از دورانیه که به عنوان خبرنگار برای روزنامههای آمریکایی مطلب مینوشته. این گزارشها از حضور سربازای آمریکایی در جنگ جهانی دوم در کشورهای انگلیس، ایتالیا و بخشی از آفریقاست که سال ۱۹۵۹ و مدت ها پس از جنگ به صورت کتاب منتشر شده.
استاین بک تو این نوشتهها از زاویه هایی به جنگ نگاه میکنه که شاید کمتر ازشون خوندیم یا شنیدیم. اتفاقات کوچیک و حاشیهای تو بطن جنگی بزرگ.. بیشتر از آدمها حرف میزنه و احساسات.
بعضی بخشها رو خیلی دوست داشتم و بعضیاشون خستهام میکرد. شاید اگر از حجم مطالب کم میشد و گزارش ها گزیده تر انتخاب میشدند بهش ۴ ستاره میدادم.
این هم از اولین کتاب نمایشگاه امسال :)
استاین بک تو این نوشتهها از زاویه هایی به جنگ نگاه میکنه که شاید کمتر ازشون خوندیم یا شنیدیم. اتفاقات کوچیک و حاشیهای تو بطن جنگی بزرگ.. بیشتر از آدمها حرف میزنه و احساسات.
بعضی بخشها رو خیلی دوست داشتم و بعضیاشون خستهام میکرد. شاید اگر از حجم مطالب کم میشد و گزارش ها گزیده تر انتخاب میشدند بهش ۴ ستاره میدادم.
این هم از اولین کتاب نمایشگاه امسال :)
March 12, 2018
A book of stories John Steinbeck filed while working as a war correspondent during WWII.
Even though they're non-fiction, there's a Steinbeckian ring of storytelling here that reads much like his fiction. Style can be a difficult thing to get away from. But then again, perhaps he didn't want to. After all, these weren't meant to be straightforward reports on battles and troop movements. These stories tell a more human side to the war. Steinbeck did what he did best. He created larger-than-life characters out of real people.
Even though they're non-fiction, there's a Steinbeckian ring of storytelling here that reads much like his fiction. Style can be a difficult thing to get away from. But then again, perhaps he didn't want to. After all, these weren't meant to be straightforward reports on battles and troop movements. These stories tell a more human side to the war. Steinbeck did what he did best. He created larger-than-life characters out of real people.
May 10, 2019
"Ay gökyüzünde asılı kalmış, batmaktan hepten vazgeçmiş gibi..."
İkinci Dünya Savaşı hikayeleri...
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İkinci Dünya Savaşı hikayeleri...
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December 13, 2021
This book is a compilation of John Steinbeck’s articles for the New York Herald Tribune, written in 1943. The majority of articles are direct observations of what happened with the troops in their daily lives as soldiers. The events take place in England, Northern Africa, and Italy.
The articles vary in content and tone from light-hearted to poignant to heroic to tragic. Steinbeck is reporting on the soldiers’ reactions to the various challenges presented to them, sometimes waiting a long while for something to happen followed by a flurry of action. The dialogues are plentiful and realistic. There are some fabulous stories here – my favorite is the joint effort of troops with their officers to (unofficially) save the life of a pregnant woman in Italy. If you want to see what a skilled novelist can do in the field of journalism, this is a great one to pick up.
The articles vary in content and tone from light-hearted to poignant to heroic to tragic. Steinbeck is reporting on the soldiers’ reactions to the various challenges presented to them, sometimes waiting a long while for something to happen followed by a flurry of action. The dialogues are plentiful and realistic. There are some fabulous stories here – my favorite is the joint effort of troops with their officers to (unofficially) save the life of a pregnant woman in Italy. If you want to see what a skilled novelist can do in the field of journalism, this is a great one to pick up.
August 19, 2023
فکر میکردم یک داستان از جان اشتاینبک با تم جنگ باشه که برعکس،وقایع نگاری جنگ جهانی از انگلستان ایتالیا و الجزایر بود.
August 26, 2021
Aug 26, 130pm ~~ This year, as part of a project in one of my GR groups, I have been exploring the works of John Steinbeck. Some titles I have re-read, others I had known about but had never read before, and a few were completely unknown to me. This book was one of the latter. it is a collection of the pieces he submitted as war correspondent for the New York Herald Tribune in 1943.
The book is broken into three sections: England, Africa, and Italy. In each one we get small but exquisite slices of life as lived by the soldiers and as seen by Steinbeck. Some are funny, some will make you cry, many are tender, all will make you think, even while you are trying to get your breath back after an unexpected thought at the end.
The tales set in Italy were most moving for me. My father was in North Africa, Sicily and Italy as an infantryman. He never spoke much about his experiences, but he was on the beach at Anzio, where he was injured and then shipped home. I don't usually read much about WWII, but any time I do, I think of Dad and what traumas he went through, living with the effects of them for the rest of his life.
This is from the introduction, written by Steinbeck in 1958 when the book was first published:
The pieces in this volume were written under pressure and in tension. My first impulse on rereading them was to correct, to change, to smooth out ragged sentences and remove repetitions, but their very raggedness is, it seems to me, a parcel of their immediacy.
Raggedness?! I cannot imagine where he was seeing any raggedness. I thought each piece here was a gem, capturing the moments he witnessed and preserving them for future generations to learn from, if they have the wisdom for doing so.
The book is broken into three sections: England, Africa, and Italy. In each one we get small but exquisite slices of life as lived by the soldiers and as seen by Steinbeck. Some are funny, some will make you cry, many are tender, all will make you think, even while you are trying to get your breath back after an unexpected thought at the end.
The tales set in Italy were most moving for me. My father was in North Africa, Sicily and Italy as an infantryman. He never spoke much about his experiences, but he was on the beach at Anzio, where he was injured and then shipped home. I don't usually read much about WWII, but any time I do, I think of Dad and what traumas he went through, living with the effects of them for the rest of his life.
This is from the introduction, written by Steinbeck in 1958 when the book was first published:
The pieces in this volume were written under pressure and in tension. My first impulse on rereading them was to correct, to change, to smooth out ragged sentences and remove repetitions, but their very raggedness is, it seems to me, a parcel of their immediacy.
Raggedness?! I cannot imagine where he was seeing any raggedness. I thought each piece here was a gem, capturing the moments he witnessed and preserving them for future generations to learn from, if they have the wisdom for doing so.
September 21, 2017
This was a great look at World War 2, not the usual battles and politicians and generals but a look at the war from the eye level of the troops by a superb writer. It was almost like slice of life stories, some of the most compelling for me was a scene in a movie theater during the blitz. I'd seen the movie that was playing comfortably at home and not under bombing, a section on Bob Hope was easily the most patriotic. A few funny pieces "Germans fight for world domination and the English for the defense of England, the Americans fight for souvenirs." and a version of Santa that delivers Scotch to a thirsty press corp.
February 16, 2013
В началото ми се стори наистина кореспондентски стилът – сух, телеграфен, но бързо започнах да усещам чувствителното писателско око/ухо на Стайнбек.
Хем ми беше непоносимо да чета за войната, хем ми бяха интересни детайлите, на които е обърнал внимание – по-скоро не самите бойни действия, а подготовката за тях – примерно нощта преди бомбардировка в спалното помещение на войниците (направо като в роман е описано). Като разказва за името на самолета, видях образно екипажа. Сякаш за първи път си представих войната реално именно с тази запечатана картина (хората в миговете преди излитането на самолетите за решаваща бойна задача, а не просто тренировка или филм) – за първи път видях тези хиляди момчета, дошли от другия край на света и бих разбрала всеки от тях, ако е искал да се върне обратно на секундата... Съществува ли наистина състояние, в което всичко това изглежда приемливо (ясно, че е неизбежно) – дошъл си примерно от делтата на Мисисипи, планините на Монтана, слънцето на Калифорния или булевардите на Ню Йорк – и изведнъж – в касапницата на Европа...
Още един елемент - не са нещо ново, но пак ме впечатлиха прощалните писма, които всички оставят при багажа си преди военна мисия...
И тук контрастът между мир и война подсилва противоестествения характер на войната – беше описан Hyde Park по време на въздушно нападение, а си спомних зеления спокоен парк преди 2 години.
Други картини, които се запечатват завинаги: след бомбардировка на Лондон – със седмици висящ чифт дамски чорапи върху единственото останало нещо от една разрушена къща – камината...; стара жена, която насред шума от бомбите продължава да продава “стоката” си и напевно повтаря: „Лавандула, лавандула...”
Получих повече, отколкото очаквах от тези малко на брой страници.
Хем ми беше непоносимо да чета за войната, хем ми бяха интересни детайлите, на които е обърнал внимание – по-скоро не самите бойни действия, а подготовката за тях – примерно нощта преди бомбардировка в спалното помещение на войниците (направо като в роман е описано). Като разказва за името на самолета, видях образно екипажа. Сякаш за първи път си представих войната реално именно с тази запечатана картина (хората в миговете преди излитането на самолетите за решаваща бойна задача, а не просто тренировка или филм) – за първи път видях тези хиляди момчета, дошли от другия край на света и бих разбрала всеки от тях, ако е искал да се върне обратно на секундата... Съществува ли наистина състояние, в което всичко това изглежда приемливо (ясно, че е неизбежно) – дошъл си примерно от делтата на Мисисипи, планините на Монтана, слънцето на Калифорния или булевардите на Ню Йорк – и изведнъж – в касапницата на Европа...
Още един елемент - не са нещо ново, но пак ме впечатлиха прощалните писма, които всички оставят при багажа си преди военна мисия...
И тук контрастът между мир и война подсилва противоестествения характер на войната – беше описан Hyde Park по време на въздушно нападение, а си спомних зеления спокоен парк преди 2 години.
Други картини, които се запечатват завинаги: след бомбардировка на Лондон – със седмици висящ чифт дамски чорапи върху единственото останало нещо от една разрушена къща – камината...; стара жена, която насред шума от бомбите продължава да продава “стоката” си и напевно повтаря: „Лавандула, лавандула...”
Получих повече, отколкото очаквах от тези малко на брой страници.
November 27, 2020
Quotes for posterity (and sorry, there will be a lot of them):
It is a different thing, then, to be at war than to be observing and watching it from a safe distance. Steinbeck surrendered any attempt to understand the big picture, and immersed himself.
ONCE UPON A TIME there was a war, but so long ago and so shouldered out of the way by other wars and other kinds of wars that even people who were there are apt to forget. This war that I speak of came after the plate armor and longbows of Crécy and Agincourt and just before the little spitting experimental atom bombs of Hiroshima and Nagasaki.
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The clerks and farmers, salesmen, students, laborers, technicians, reporters, fishermen who have stopped being those things to become an army have been trained from their induction for this moment. This is the beginning of the real thing for which they have practiced.
Page 26:
American soldiers, Canadians, Royal Air Force men, and many of Great Britain’s women soldiers walk through the streets. But Britain drafts its women and they are really in the Army, driver-mechanics, dispatch riders, trim and hard in their uniforms.
Page 54:
The process is machine-like, exact. There is no waste movement and no nonsense. These girls seem to be natural soldiers. They are soldiers, too. They resent above anything being treated like women when they are near the guns. Their work is hard and constant. Sometimes they are alerted to the guns thirty times in a day and a night. They may fire on a marauder ten times in that period. They have been bombed and strafed, and there is no record of any girl flinching.
Page 55:
The girls like this work and are proud of it. It is difficult to see how the housemaids will be able to go back to dusting furniture under querulous mistresses, how the farm girls will be able to go back to the tiny farms of Scotland and the Midlands. This is the great exciting time of their lives. They are very important, these girls. The defense of the country in their area is in their hands.
Page 65:
LONDON, July 13, 1943—It is interesting to see that the nearer one comes to a war zone the less one hears of grand strategy. There is more discussion of tactics and the over-all picture in the Stork Club on a Saturday night than in the whole European theater of operations. This may be, to a certain extent, because of a lack of generals to give the strategists a social foundation. For that matter, there are more generals in the Carlton Hotel in Washington at lunch time than in all the rest of the world.
Page 74:
For example, the average English cook regards a vegetable with suspicion. It is his conviction that unless the vegetable is dominated and thoroughly convinced that it must offer no nonsense, it is likely either to revolt or to demand dominion status. The brussels sprout is a good example of the acceptable vegetable. It is first allowed to become large and fierce. It is then picked from its stem and the daylights are boiled out of it. At the end of a few hours the little wild lump of green has disintegrated into a curious, grayish paste. It is then considered fit for consumption.
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And almost universally you find among the soldiers not a fear of the enemy but a fear of what is going to happen after the war. The collapse of retooled factories, the unemployment of millions due to the increase of automatic machinery, a depression that will make the last one look like a holiday.
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It was nine in the morning when the operating was finished. At the theater the tired squads were still finding a few bodies. And in the hospital beds—great wads of bandage and wide, staring, unbelieving eyes and utter weariness—the little targets, the seven-year-old military objectives.
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But there are many sad little evidences in the vehicles. In this tank which has been hit there is a splash of blood against the steel side of the turret. And in this burned-out tank a large piece of singed cloth and a charred and curled shoe. And the insides of a tank are full of evidences of the men who ran it, penciled notes written on the walls, a telephone number, a sketch of a profile on the steel armor plate. Probably every vehicle in the whole Army has a name, usually the name of a girl but sometimes a brave name like Hun Chaser. That one got badly hit. And there is a tank with no track and with the whole top of the turret shot away by a heavy shell, but on her skirt in front is still her name and she is called Lucky Girl. Every one of these vehicles lying in the wreck yard has some tremendous story, but in many of the cases the story died with the driver and the crew.
Page 145:
The men slept in their pup tents and drew their mosquito nets over them and scratched and cursed all night until, after a time, they were too tired to scratch and curse and they fell asleep the moment they hit the blankets. Their minds and their bodies became machine-like. They did not talk about the war. They talked only of home and of clean beds with white sheets and they talked of ice water and ice cream and places that did not smell of urine. Most of them let their minds dwell on snow banks and the sharp winds of Middle Western winter. But the red dust blew over them and crusted their skins and after a while they could not wash it all off any more. The war had narrowed down to their own small group of men and their own job. It would be a lie to suggest that they like being there. They wish they were somewhere else.
Page 151:
In the moonlight on the iron deck they look at each other strangely. Men they have known well and soldiered with are strange and every man is cut off from every other one, and in their minds they search the faces of their friends for the dead. Who will be alive tomorrow night? I will, for one. No one ever gets killed in the war. Couldn’t possibly. There would be no war if anyone got killed. But each man, in this last night in the moonlight, looks strangely at the others and sees death there. This is the most terrible time of all. This night before the assault by the new green troops. They will never be like this again.
Page 157:
Perhaps the correspondent scuttled with them and hit the ground again. His report will be of battle plan and tactics, of taken ground or lost terrain, of attack and counterattack. But these are some of the things he probably really saw: He might have seen the splash of dirt and dust that is a shell burst, and a small Italian girl in the street with her stomach blown out, and he might have seen an American soldier standing over a twitching body, crying. He probably saw many dead mules, lying on their sides, reduced to pulp. He saw the wreckage of houses, with torn beds hanging like shreds out of the spilled hole in a plaster wall. There were red carts and the stalled vehicles of refugees who did not get away.
Page 177:
In all kinds of combat the whole body is battered by emotion. The ductless glands pour their fluids into the system to make it able to stand up to the great demand on it. Fear and ferocity are products of the same fluid. Fatigue toxins poison the system. Hunger followed by wolfed food distorts the metabolic pattern already distorted by the adrenalin and fatigue. The body and the mind so disturbed are really ill and fevered. But in addition to these ills, which come from the inside of a man and are given him so that he can temporarily withstand pressures beyond his ordinary ability, there is the further stress of explosion.
I can't really explain how moving this book is.
It is a different thing, then, to be at war than to be observing and watching it from a safe distance. Steinbeck surrendered any attempt to understand the big picture, and immersed himself.
ONCE UPON A TIME there was a war, but so long ago and so shouldered out of the way by other wars and other kinds of wars that even people who were there are apt to forget. This war that I speak of came after the plate armor and longbows of Crécy and Agincourt and just before the little spitting experimental atom bombs of Hiroshima and Nagasaki.
Page 8:
The clerks and farmers, salesmen, students, laborers, technicians, reporters, fishermen who have stopped being those things to become an army have been trained from their induction for this moment. This is the beginning of the real thing for which they have practiced.
Page 26:
American soldiers, Canadians, Royal Air Force men, and many of Great Britain’s women soldiers walk through the streets. But Britain drafts its women and they are really in the Army, driver-mechanics, dispatch riders, trim and hard in their uniforms.
Page 54:
The process is machine-like, exact. There is no waste movement and no nonsense. These girls seem to be natural soldiers. They are soldiers, too. They resent above anything being treated like women when they are near the guns. Their work is hard and constant. Sometimes they are alerted to the guns thirty times in a day and a night. They may fire on a marauder ten times in that period. They have been bombed and strafed, and there is no record of any girl flinching.
Page 55:
The girls like this work and are proud of it. It is difficult to see how the housemaids will be able to go back to dusting furniture under querulous mistresses, how the farm girls will be able to go back to the tiny farms of Scotland and the Midlands. This is the great exciting time of their lives. They are very important, these girls. The defense of the country in their area is in their hands.
Page 65:
LONDON, July 13, 1943—It is interesting to see that the nearer one comes to a war zone the less one hears of grand strategy. There is more discussion of tactics and the over-all picture in the Stork Club on a Saturday night than in the whole European theater of operations. This may be, to a certain extent, because of a lack of generals to give the strategists a social foundation. For that matter, there are more generals in the Carlton Hotel in Washington at lunch time than in all the rest of the world.
Page 74:
For example, the average English cook regards a vegetable with suspicion. It is his conviction that unless the vegetable is dominated and thoroughly convinced that it must offer no nonsense, it is likely either to revolt or to demand dominion status. The brussels sprout is a good example of the acceptable vegetable. It is first allowed to become large and fierce. It is then picked from its stem and the daylights are boiled out of it. At the end of a few hours the little wild lump of green has disintegrated into a curious, grayish paste. It is then considered fit for consumption.
Page 75:
And almost universally you find among the soldiers not a fear of the enemy but a fear of what is going to happen after the war. The collapse of retooled factories, the unemployment of millions due to the increase of automatic machinery, a depression that will make the last one look like a holiday.
Page 80:
It was nine in the morning when the operating was finished. At the theater the tired squads were still finding a few bodies. And in the hospital beds—great wads of bandage and wide, staring, unbelieving eyes and utter weariness—the little targets, the seven-year-old military objectives.
Page 138:
But there are many sad little evidences in the vehicles. In this tank which has been hit there is a splash of blood against the steel side of the turret. And in this burned-out tank a large piece of singed cloth and a charred and curled shoe. And the insides of a tank are full of evidences of the men who ran it, penciled notes written on the walls, a telephone number, a sketch of a profile on the steel armor plate. Probably every vehicle in the whole Army has a name, usually the name of a girl but sometimes a brave name like Hun Chaser. That one got badly hit. And there is a tank with no track and with the whole top of the turret shot away by a heavy shell, but on her skirt in front is still her name and she is called Lucky Girl. Every one of these vehicles lying in the wreck yard has some tremendous story, but in many of the cases the story died with the driver and the crew.
Page 145:
The men slept in their pup tents and drew their mosquito nets over them and scratched and cursed all night until, after a time, they were too tired to scratch and curse and they fell asleep the moment they hit the blankets. Their minds and their bodies became machine-like. They did not talk about the war. They talked only of home and of clean beds with white sheets and they talked of ice water and ice cream and places that did not smell of urine. Most of them let their minds dwell on snow banks and the sharp winds of Middle Western winter. But the red dust blew over them and crusted their skins and after a while they could not wash it all off any more. The war had narrowed down to their own small group of men and their own job. It would be a lie to suggest that they like being there. They wish they were somewhere else.
Page 151:
In the moonlight on the iron deck they look at each other strangely. Men they have known well and soldiered with are strange and every man is cut off from every other one, and in their minds they search the faces of their friends for the dead. Who will be alive tomorrow night? I will, for one. No one ever gets killed in the war. Couldn’t possibly. There would be no war if anyone got killed. But each man, in this last night in the moonlight, looks strangely at the others and sees death there. This is the most terrible time of all. This night before the assault by the new green troops. They will never be like this again.
Page 157:
Perhaps the correspondent scuttled with them and hit the ground again. His report will be of battle plan and tactics, of taken ground or lost terrain, of attack and counterattack. But these are some of the things he probably really saw: He might have seen the splash of dirt and dust that is a shell burst, and a small Italian girl in the street with her stomach blown out, and he might have seen an American soldier standing over a twitching body, crying. He probably saw many dead mules, lying on their sides, reduced to pulp. He saw the wreckage of houses, with torn beds hanging like shreds out of the spilled hole in a plaster wall. There were red carts and the stalled vehicles of refugees who did not get away.
Page 177:
In all kinds of combat the whole body is battered by emotion. The ductless glands pour their fluids into the system to make it able to stand up to the great demand on it. Fear and ferocity are products of the same fluid. Fatigue toxins poison the system. Hunger followed by wolfed food distorts the metabolic pattern already distorted by the adrenalin and fatigue. The body and the mind so disturbed are really ill and fevered. But in addition to these ills, which come from the inside of a man and are given him so that he can temporarily withstand pressures beyond his ordinary ability, there is the further stress of explosion.
I can't really explain how moving this book is.
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September 24, 2021Beautiful book of Steinbeck's war reportage for the New York Herald Tribune. Only thing that broke the flow a tiny bit was the occasional censorship of some of his works which reminded me of my punk fanzine at school "Coffee Break" where the school got us to black out the swear words and the whole publication was a mass of blacked out text.
January 26, 2016
The value in this book comes from gaining insight into Steinbeck's experiences as a war journalist. Anyone looking for a history lesson or additional details on WWII will be greatly disappointed. Every other nonfiction book I've read on similar topics will be more useful for such readers. Instead, Steinbeck writes about the mundane and the whimsical and offers a very vanilla perspective on the events he covered. For fans of the author, however, this is a fascinating look at how starkly different his mindset was compared to others who were involved in major wars, such as Hemingway, Vonnegut, and so on.
February 20, 2024
3,5
Não é exatamente a reportagem de guerra que esperava encontrar.
Devo dizer que Martha Gellhorn supera Steinbeck em muito nas suas reportagens de guerra.
Não obstante, Steinbeck é mesmo escritor de narrativa ficcional, e não jornalista, demora-se em pormenores e descrições, focando a sua atenção em momentos (nem todos) pouco significativos da história da segunda guerra mundial.
Gostei muito mais de Um Diário Russo.
Não é exatamente a reportagem de guerra que esperava encontrar.
Devo dizer que Martha Gellhorn supera Steinbeck em muito nas suas reportagens de guerra.
Não obstante, Steinbeck é mesmo escritor de narrativa ficcional, e não jornalista, demora-se em pormenores e descrições, focando a sua atenção em momentos (nem todos) pouco significativos da história da segunda guerra mundial.
Gostei muito mais de Um Diário Russo.
December 23, 2019
کتاب در سبک وقایع نگاری ادبی است و در اصل یک گزارش جنگی با روایتی ادبی. یکسوم ابتدایی کتاب شاهکار است. ولی کم کم کتاب افت شدیدی پیدا میکند. پنجاه صفحه آخر کتاب از حوصله ی من خارج بود و رهایش کردم.
June 9, 2021
Solid war reporting from a simpler - if certainly more horrific - time, when Americans were unified in fighting a pair of megalomaniacal European Fascists, rather than fratricidally divided over a domestic one of our own creation.
These aren't "war stories" per se; there are very few descriptions of fighting here. But there are many insightful dispatches here on American troops outside of combat: preparing in England to move forward into the war; deploying to North Africa in preparation for the Allied invasion of Italy; and then finally, in the brief final section, some pieces on the initial seaborne assault itself.
As always, Steinbeck is a helluva writer, but he proves himself here to be a hell of an observer and reporter as well. Recommended for anyone who wants to remember what a united America looked and felt like, because God knows when we'll see that again…
(Unrelated, but I also like how back in the '60s they'd put ads in the back of paperbacks for other books - don't remember when they stopped, but haven't seen these things in at least 30-40 years...)
These aren't "war stories" per se; there are very few descriptions of fighting here. But there are many insightful dispatches here on American troops outside of combat: preparing in England to move forward into the war; deploying to North Africa in preparation for the Allied invasion of Italy; and then finally, in the brief final section, some pieces on the initial seaborne assault itself.
As always, Steinbeck is a helluva writer, but he proves himself here to be a hell of an observer and reporter as well. Recommended for anyone who wants to remember what a united America looked and felt like, because God knows when we'll see that again…
(Unrelated, but I also like how back in the '60s they'd put ads in the back of paperbacks for other books - don't remember when they stopped, but haven't seen these things in at least 30-40 years...)
January 19, 2021
I started this book in part because it seemed an appropriate thing to do on Memorial Day in this tumultuous year of 2020. I needed a voice from a time other than our own, a writer who had a big heart and a small ego (at least on the page).
It was a good choice. I loved "Once There was a War"! The book is a collection of short dispatches Steinbeck sent to the NY Herald Tribune in 1943. Each is an attempt to capture something of the lives, thoughts, feelings, circumstances, and experiences of American soldiers in Europe. Steinbeck knew going in that censors would remove any information (e.g., names, locations, etc.) they deemed too revealing -- and indeed, several of these pieces have notations that 10 lines were censored, or 6 lines. He knew too that he would not be permitted to write material that was too dark, depressing, or violent, because public morale mattered a lot during the war.
Even with these and other constraints, though, Steinbeck lets us see so much. He is honest, kind, insightful, funny, and astonishingly humble: the words "I" and "me" rarely appear in the entire book unless they're spoken by another person. Steinbeck is determined not to make himself a character in his reports.
Most important of all, he's a hell of a storyteller with a finely honed sense of the telling moment. His dispatches cover a lot of ground (from England to Africa to Italy, from crowded troop transports to drenched PT boats, from army bases and pubs to a German occupied island off the coast of Italy). They introduce us to countless memorable characters: homesick soldiers, civilians grateful for their liberation (or for access to American dollars), drunken war correspondents, young crew members on an American bomber, GIs who somehow always find ways to game the system -- or who believe they can -- even a goat with an extraordinary tolerance for beer. We meet soldiers trying to fill endless tedious hours crossing the ocean; we hear the rumors that grow larger and wilder with each telling; and read of the superstitions that seem to persist in all circumstances. And of course, the young men en route to their first battle, anxiously wondering how they'll act. The stories are sometimes funny and playful and often filled with suspense. And they are always filled with kindness and empathy.
I listened to the Audible version of the book and I'm very glad I did. Because the individual pieces are short and Steinbeck's style so unpretentious, the text lends itself very well to being read aloud. The narrator, Lloyd James, sounded like he had a lot of fun reading the book and he does a wonderful job. Even the occasional corny accents -- and there are lots of them! -- somehow added immeasurably to the experience.
I enthusiastically recommend the book to anyone who needs to take a break from our time.
It was a good choice. I loved "Once There was a War"! The book is a collection of short dispatches Steinbeck sent to the NY Herald Tribune in 1943. Each is an attempt to capture something of the lives, thoughts, feelings, circumstances, and experiences of American soldiers in Europe. Steinbeck knew going in that censors would remove any information (e.g., names, locations, etc.) they deemed too revealing -- and indeed, several of these pieces have notations that 10 lines were censored, or 6 lines. He knew too that he would not be permitted to write material that was too dark, depressing, or violent, because public morale mattered a lot during the war.
Even with these and other constraints, though, Steinbeck lets us see so much. He is honest, kind, insightful, funny, and astonishingly humble: the words "I" and "me" rarely appear in the entire book unless they're spoken by another person. Steinbeck is determined not to make himself a character in his reports.
Most important of all, he's a hell of a storyteller with a finely honed sense of the telling moment. His dispatches cover a lot of ground (from England to Africa to Italy, from crowded troop transports to drenched PT boats, from army bases and pubs to a German occupied island off the coast of Italy). They introduce us to countless memorable characters: homesick soldiers, civilians grateful for their liberation (or for access to American dollars), drunken war correspondents, young crew members on an American bomber, GIs who somehow always find ways to game the system -- or who believe they can -- even a goat with an extraordinary tolerance for beer. We meet soldiers trying to fill endless tedious hours crossing the ocean; we hear the rumors that grow larger and wilder with each telling; and read of the superstitions that seem to persist in all circumstances. And of course, the young men en route to their first battle, anxiously wondering how they'll act. The stories are sometimes funny and playful and often filled with suspense. And they are always filled with kindness and empathy.
I listened to the Audible version of the book and I'm very glad I did. Because the individual pieces are short and Steinbeck's style so unpretentious, the text lends itself very well to being read aloud. The narrator, Lloyd James, sounded like he had a lot of fun reading the book and he does a wonderful job. Even the occasional corny accents -- and there are lots of them! -- somehow added immeasurably to the experience.
I enthusiastically recommend the book to anyone who needs to take a break from our time.
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March 7, 2010A vivid and insightful look into the realities of wartime. While Steinbeck's particular genius was perhaps better suited to novels like Cannery Row and Tortilla Flat, he makes a fine job of war journalism.
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There is a quality in the people of Dover that may well be the key to the coming German disaster. They are incorrigibly, incorruptibly unimpressed. The German, with his uniform and his pageantry and his threats and plans, does not impress these people at all. The Dover man has taken perhaps a little more pounding than most, not in great blitzes, but in every-day bombing and shelling, and still he is not impressed. Jerry is like the weather to him. He complains about it and then promptly goes on with what he was doing...Weather and Jerry are alike in that they are inconvenient and sometimes make messes. Surveying a building wrecked by a big shell, he says, "Jerry was bad last night," as he would discuss a windstorm.
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No love is lost for the Arabs. They are the dirtiest people in the world and among the smelliest. The whole countryside smells of urine, four thousand years of urine. That is the characteristic smell of North Africa.
June 12, 2018
II. Dünya Savaşı’nda cephe gerisinde, sevkiyatlarda, kışlalarda, tehlikenin olmadığı yerlerde yaşananları anlatıyor. Savaşın gerçekliğinden çok halkı yatıştırmak üzere yazılmış gazete yazıları, deneme bile sayılmazlar. Sabun köpüğü gibi yazılar. Yazarın ismi gibi güçlü değil.
June 22, 2024
Once There Was a War is a collection of John Steinbeck's correspondence as a journalist covering World War II. During Steinbeck's time covering the war, specifically in Africa and Italy in 1943, he focuses not on the big names—generals and high ranking officers—but instead he details the daily life and actions of the normal, average soldier; the guys doing the grunt work and the small tasks that are still important if not glorious. In Steinbeck's marvelous prose, the reader is given a view of the war, not from his point of view, but from the perspective of the soldier. Most of Steinbeck's stories are captivating and interesting. It's an important work of literature from the Second World War.
August 9, 2019
In the foreword to his book “There Once Was a War”, John Steinbeck finds himself looking back at his time as a war correspondent in Europe during WW2. He writes that these chronicles were something he wanted to do for the war effort. That despite the heavy censorship his work was subject to, he accepted the rationale behind it. And yet in hindsight he realized the folly of not this war in particular, but of war in general and the toll it takes on those who are sacrificed to it long after it ends. Even in these writings, we see Steinbeck grappling with what he saw on and off the battlefield and it clearly shook him:
“Now for many years we have suckled on fear and fear alone, and there is no good product of fear. Its children are cruelty and deceit and suspicion germinating in our darkness. And just as surely as we are poisoning the air with our test bombs, so are we poisoned in our souls by fear, faceless, stupid sarcomic terror.”
The war he describes has episodes of valor to be sure, but more than anything else, there is folly. Be it the preoccupation Americans have with collecting souvenirs, soldiers doing the absolute least they can possibly do in order to stay alive(the story of Big Train Mulligan and his quest to remain a private forever so he doesn’t have to order people around is particularly endearing), or the superstitions of the troops, the accepted propaganda of stoic soldiers on the march for freedom is well and truly blown apart here.
And yet by doing so, Steinbeck humanizes them in a way that no propaganda film ever could. By showing them as being brave, occasionally reckless, selfish, generous, lazy and heroic, we can see the complete spectrum of personalities that war seems to focus.
Steinbeck never blames the men for the untenable situation they have been dropped into. Rather, he acknowledges the troops misgivings and fives voice to them. Particularly about their being under no illusions as to why they are there:
“And the troops feel they are going to come home to one of two things, either a painless anarchy, or a system set up in their absence with the cards stacked against them…..
Common people have learned a great deal in the last twenty-five years, and the old magical words do not fool them any more. They do not believe the golden future made of words. They would like freedom from want. That means the little farm in Connecticut is safe from foreclosure. That means the job left when the soldier joined the Army is there waiting, and not only waiting but it will continue while the children grow up. That means there will be schools, and either savings to take care of illness in the family or medicine available without savings. Talking to many soldiers, it is the worry that comes out of them that is impressive. Is the country to be taken over by special interests through the medium of special pleaders? Is inflation to be permitted because a few people will grow rich through it? Are fortunes being made while these men get $50 a month? Will they go home to a country destroyed by greed?”
Perhaps the only jarring moment in Steinbeck’s chronicle is his time with the troops in Africa. It is perhaps important to acknowledge that attitudes toward Arabs during WW2 were starkly different than they are now. To criticize someone of a different time using the mores of the present can be slippery slope to head down. This is not to absolve Steinbeck of comments like:
“Time and time again we tried to catch them in what is called a natural pose, not of work, because that would be a contradiction in terms, but just relaxed and looking Arab...We had wanted to get them relaxed because I suppose Arabs have as few noble moments as anyone in the world. Bushmen may compete with them in this respect but I doubt it.”
To say nobody 70 years ago would have been appalled by these comments is to do those who had the courage to condemn such words a disservice. While Steinbeck, a tireless spokesman for workers and fierce critic of consumer capitalism, was a product of his time, these stereotypes are still a stain on what was otherwise a very well written and important book.
January 23, 2015
A collection of columns Steinbeck wrote from various places where he was “embedded” (as we call it now) with the troops during World War II. Written on a more personal level and with a different style than many columnists of the day who focused on individuals, Steinbeck’s book describes settings to make the reader feel like they are there. This makes the book unique, because there aren’t many dramatic stories, and it’s more about the day-to-day existence where sudden death can come at a moment’s notice to break up the mundane monotony.
I don’t want to give too much away – each of the stories is unique, and they range from a tragedy with a movie theater being bombed to the hilarious “Commander William Goat” to ghost stories and “miracles”, along with plenty of different types of units where Steinbeck describes the day-to-day life of the ordinary serviceman (or servicewoman in a few cases) – but each one is a glimpse into what was happening in the corner of the war he found himself in on that particular day in the war (beginning in 1943).
I don’t want to give too much away – each of the stories is unique, and they range from a tragedy with a movie theater being bombed to the hilarious “Commander William Goat” to ghost stories and “miracles”, along with plenty of different types of units where Steinbeck describes the day-to-day life of the ordinary serviceman (or servicewoman in a few cases) – but each one is a glimpse into what was happening in the corner of the war he found himself in on that particular day in the war (beginning in 1943).
September 6, 2022
I was a big fan of Steinbeck during high school, disappointed only by his very late 'Travels with Charlie' because of his expressed dislike of anti-war hippies like myself. My favorite work by him was 'The Grapes of Wrath', a book published decades earlier when he was a pinko himself. This, a collection of his journalistic pieces from the war, is in the spirit of 'Grapes', egalitarian and compassionate.
The essays range from June of '43 to year's end, referencing experiences in England, North Africa, Sicily and Italy. A prefatory essay, apparently written in 1958, introduces the collection.
The essays range from June of '43 to year's end, referencing experiences in England, North Africa, Sicily and Italy. A prefatory essay, apparently written in 1958, introduces the collection.
July 17, 2017
Snacky little bites of Steinbeck, yum yum yum. I bet the kids got a real kick out of these stories back then. Some nice anecdotes and, as always with Steinbeck, wonderful details which can mean so much. The sleeping men not seeing the land they may never see again, the white and ragged uniforms of the paratroopers, the shock of bombs upon the memory. I bet he had fun writing these, what an inspiration he is.
June 20, 2022
More than any other trait, Steinbeck was a listener and thus had a deep compassion for normal people. That compassion was only heightened in a war that demanded normal people do courageous and horrible things. Some of these stories are gonna stick with me for a long time. That’s all you can hope for when reading books like this. Def recommend.
Also, the creepy stories were a highlight in this book. The woman in the water might show up in a nightmare at some point 💀
Also, the creepy stories were a highlight in this book. The woman in the water might show up in a nightmare at some point 💀
March 13, 2023
Really enjoyed this book if you are interested in WW2 history you will love it
April 23, 2021
Jurnalism și literatură de calitate. Dar nici nu te aștepți la altceva din partea unui corespondent de război care se întâmplă să fie și unul dintre cei mai importanți scriitori americani. Minusul cărții îl reprezintă intervenția cenzorilor. Altfel, a fost interesant/instructiv să descopăr această față a războiului, văzută de la nivelul ochilor lui Steinbeck.
Subiect: ★★★★☆
Stil: ★★★☆☆
Mesaj: ★★★★☆
Structură: ★★★★☆
Subiect: ★★★★☆
Stil: ★★★☆☆
Mesaj: ★★★★☆
Structură: ★★★★☆
August 4, 2015
My grandfather fought in two of the same theatres featured in this book of first hand journalism by John Steinbeck. As a child, when I began to realize what World War II was and that my grandfather had played a role in it (awarded a Purple Heart and Bronze Star for that matter), I sincerely asked him to share his experience of what it was like. I knew even then that, not only did I want a primary source account of what this climactic event of the 20th century was like, but I also knew that one day I would never get the chance to recover those memories. He shared a few vague memories and then begged me (sternly) to stop asking. I knew that even 40 years after that war, it really was a subject too graphic for him to remember or for me to be exposed to.
While Steinbeck doesn't get too graphic except for one moment in this book of vignettes which are his own primary accounts of the war, he does capture what it was like to be there. He does so over seven months of reporting from London, North Africa, and Italy, documenting one set of experiences with his keen observer's eye. The result is that the reader feels like they are there, and through evocative sensory detail, Steinbeck brings that war back to life in its elemental details. The reader experiences a bombing raid in the blitz and its deadly aftermath, understands what it means to go on a bombing raid, embarks on troop carriers, and even enters a couple of battles in Italy. He even addresses what it is like to recall the details of battle, positing that a soldier does not in fact have vivid battle details seared into his mind but actually endures a haze which makes that experience surreal and dreamlike and hence, often difficult to recall especially as time goes by. With the loud blasts and the shocking flashes, I can tend to agree that he must be right.
As a result, perhaps my grandfather didn't remember all that many of the details I was looking for. Fortunately, Steinbeck's objective eye put them into print with the descriptive prose of a master who was there and could remain distant enough to recall them from his memory. A must for those wanting to delve into the experience of the everyday person and soldier rather than accounts of major battles.
While Steinbeck doesn't get too graphic except for one moment in this book of vignettes which are his own primary accounts of the war, he does capture what it was like to be there. He does so over seven months of reporting from London, North Africa, and Italy, documenting one set of experiences with his keen observer's eye. The result is that the reader feels like they are there, and through evocative sensory detail, Steinbeck brings that war back to life in its elemental details. The reader experiences a bombing raid in the blitz and its deadly aftermath, understands what it means to go on a bombing raid, embarks on troop carriers, and even enters a couple of battles in Italy. He even addresses what it is like to recall the details of battle, positing that a soldier does not in fact have vivid battle details seared into his mind but actually endures a haze which makes that experience surreal and dreamlike and hence, often difficult to recall especially as time goes by. With the loud blasts and the shocking flashes, I can tend to agree that he must be right.
As a result, perhaps my grandfather didn't remember all that many of the details I was looking for. Fortunately, Steinbeck's objective eye put them into print with the descriptive prose of a master who was there and could remain distant enough to recall them from his memory. A must for those wanting to delve into the experience of the everyday person and soldier rather than accounts of major battles.
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