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548 pages, Hardcover
First published April 14, 1939
The dawn came, but no day. In the gray sky a red sun appeared, a dim red circle that gave a little light, like dusk; and as that day advanced, the dusk slipped back toward darkness, and the wind cried and whimpered over the fallen corn.
The bitterness we sold to the junk man 鈥� he got it all right, but we have it still. And when the owner men told us to go, that鈥檚 us; and when the tractor hit the house, that鈥檚 us until we鈥檙e dead. To California or any place 鈥� every one a drum major leading a parade of hurts, marching with our bitterness. And some day 鈥� the armies of bitterness will all be going the same way. And they鈥檒l all walk together, and there鈥檒l be a dead terror from it.
鈥淗ere鈥檚 me that used to give all my fight against the devil 鈥檆ause I figgered the devil was the enemy. But they鈥檚 somepin worse鈥檔 the devil got hold a the country, an鈥� it ain鈥檛 gonna let go till it鈥檚 chopped loose. Ever see one a them Gila monsters take hold, mister?鈥�
鈥淟ead 鈥檈m around and around. Sling 鈥檈m in the irrigation ditch. Tell 鈥檈m they鈥檒l burn in hell if they don鈥檛 think like you. What the hell you want to lead 鈥檈m someplace for? Jus鈥� lead 鈥檈m.鈥欌€�
鈥淚 hear 鈥檈m an鈥� feel 鈥檈m; an鈥� they鈥檙e beating their wings like a bird in a attic. Gonna bust their wings on a dusty winda tryin鈥� ta get out.鈥欌€�
鈥淚鈥檓 learnin鈥� one thing good,鈥欌€� she said. 鈥淟earnin鈥� it all a time, ever鈥� day. If you鈥檙e in trouble or hurt or need 鈥� go to poor people. They鈥檙e the only ones that鈥檒l help 鈥� the only ones.鈥欌€�
"In the souls of the people the grapes of wrath are filling and growing heavy, growing heavy for the vintage"seems to be more a statement than a warning. We are human, and we are destined to fight the injustice by the uprising.
"And this you can know, fear the time when Manself will not suffer and die for a concept, for this one quality is the foundation of Manself, and this one quality is man, distinctive in the universe"And then Tom Joad, one of the protagonists of the biblical exodus, who is unable to tolerate the anguish that his loved ones suffer, becomes the symbol and the incarnation of the human being of . However, readers have a bitter pill to swallow at the end.
Vote: 8,5
"Nei cuori degli umili maturano i frutti del furore e s'avvicina l'epoca della vendemmia"pi霉 che un monito, questo estratto lapidario rappresenta una semplice constatazione. Noi siamo esseri umani, e siamo destinati a combattere il sopruso con l'insurrezione.
"Sconfortante sarebbe notare che l'Umanit脿 rinuncia a soffrire e morire per un'idea; perch猫 猫 questa la qualit脿 fondamentale che 猫 alla base dell'Umanit脿, questa la prerogativa che distingue l'uomo dalle altre creature dell'universo"E allora Tom, uno dei protagonisti dell'esodo biblico della famiglia Joad, con la sua incapacit脿 a tollerare le angherie che subiscono i suoi cari, diventa il simbolo e l'incarnazione dell'essere umano di . Tuttavia, alla fine, masticano amaro i lettori.
Voto: 8,5
"No ha de dejarse intimidar por el sambenito del manique铆smo... en la cr铆tica se dice que una novela es manique铆sta porque tiene la lucha de los buenos contra los malos. 驴Y qu茅 cosa es la historia toda sino una lucha gigantesca de los buenos contra los malos? 驴Qui茅nes son los malos? Es una minor铆a opresora. 驴Qui茅nes son los buenos por definici贸n? Una gran mayor铆a oprimida. Toda la vida ha sido as铆, toda la historia ha sido as铆. Siempre habr谩 buenos contra malos. Toda la historia est谩 hecha as铆, y, si eso es manique铆smo, es una vasta historia de manique铆smo."Estas novelas-denuncia no pueden ser de otra manera. Aparte de la calidad literaria, que puede o no puede darse independientemente del planteamiento maniqueo o no, estas novelas tienen un objetivo: despertar conciencias o que el pasado no se diluya en una neblina de olvido. Es m谩s, en muchos casos, de no ser as铆, ser铆a adem谩s una falta de respeto a las v铆ctimas. Porque hay casos en los que hay buenos y malos, sin m谩s. La ingenuidad en estos casos ser铆a justamente no ser maniqueo. Hay hechos que no tienen justificaci贸n moral, y me da igual que sean perpetrados por esos que son muy amigos de sus amigos y cabezas de familia ejemplares, o que pasaron una ni帽ez bla, bla, bla. Hay veces que es precisamente ese contraste entre las distintas caras de un mismo ser humano el que da m谩s fuerza a la maldad de los personajes, pero hay otras en que todo eso estorba, no tiene un papel en el tema tratado, no viene al caso y no creo que sea un defecto per se.
The people come with nets to fish for potatoes in the river, and the guards hold them back; they come in rattling cars to get the dumped oranges, but the kerosene is sprayed. And they stand still and watch the potatoes float by, listen to the screaming pigs being killed in a ditch and covered with quick-lime, watch the mountains of oranges slop down to a putrefying ooze; and in the eyes of the people there is the failure; and in the eyes of the hungry there is a growing wrath. In the souls of the people the grapes of wrath are filling and growing heavy, growing heavy for the vintage.
A gentle wind followed by rain clouds, driving them northward, a wind that softly clashed the drying corn. A day went by and the wind increased, steady, unbroken by gusts. The dust from the roads fluffed up and spread out and fell on the weeds beside the fields, and fell into the fields a little way. Now the wind grew strong and hard and it worked at the rain crust in the corn fields. Little by little the sky was darkened by the mixing dust, and the wind felt over the earth, loosened the dust, and carried it away. The wind grew stronger. The rain crust broke and the dust lifted up out of the fields and drove gray plumes into the air like sluggish smoke. The corn threshed the wind and made a dry, rushing sound. The finest dust did not settle back to earth now, but disappeared into the darkening sky鈥�
鈥淎in't you thinkin鈥� what鈥檚 it gonna be like when we get there?鈥� [Al asked]. 鈥淎in't you scared it won鈥檛 be nice like we thought?鈥�
鈥淣o,鈥� [Ma] said quickly. 鈥淣o, I ain't. You can鈥檛 do that. I can鈥檛 do that. It鈥檚 too much 鈥� livin鈥� too many lives. Up ahead they鈥檚 a thousan鈥� lives we might live, but when it comes, it鈥檒l on鈥檡 be one鈥︹€�