California, 30s The Great Depression raged. George and Lennie, two friends, two laborers, ranch ranching scrape by doing odd jobs they are offered. Their dream? One day have their piece of land to them! Oh, not much, just a patch, a farmhouse, enough to make some livestock and cultivate a vegetable plant. A tiny dream, but that puts them when they speak, stars in their eyes. Only here, Lennie is a big guy who just simply do not master its strength, which sometimes plays tricks on him well ... Written in 1937, this short story is a gem of emotion kills and unspoken tenderness. Steinbeck often praised for its thicker novels, including The Grapes of Wrath, but personally I prefer him is this little story which reads in half an hour and then you live for the rest of your days. No fireworks in writing. No affectation in the dialogues. But what power, what tenderness in this rough and rocky prose! Rarely we both talked about friendship. The last tour page, we go out of this book both upset by his epilogue and happy to have crossed paths with an exceptional writer.
