In case I hadn't made it abundantly clear in the past, I am a sucker for American literature, and I am ultimately deeply in love with Steinbeck. Sure, deeply flawed macho macho man, and at times an ass to his friend Ed Ricketts (who is the not even remotely disguised Doc of the novel), but man was he a good writer.
Cannery Row is in the mould of Tortilla Flat, perhaps a bit deeper and a bit less picaresque. It's one of those novels that - despite not being "great" - ultimately virtually everyone will like because of its sloppily well-intentioned characters, its stereotypically Californian setting, and the overall feeling that, one way or another, things will turn out alright and life will go on as usual.
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