I would probably buy anything written by Steinbeck, and read it quickly, and love it. In the case of The Pearl I bought it, read it quickly, and just didn't love it. Sad, but at least it proves I don't completely lose my objectivity when reading.
It is obviously well-written (it's Steinbeck, duh!), but all the poetry of the plot is lost on me. To me it stands to Steinbeck's other works much like The Old Man and the Sea does to Hemingway's: it's a book that is obviously bound to be popular, but one whose story is rather predictable and, in my opinion, not really engaging.
Or maybe I'm just old and bitter.
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