Life’s a bitch, and then you die. That pretty much sums up Of Mice and Men for me. It also spoke about friendship, or the loneliness we experience from the lack thereof. It dealt with the power of hope, and holding onto a dream even if you know deep down it will never be real. There was plenty to be said for the nature, and character of men. This book just found the most depressing way to talk about these things, and ran with it.
Don’t get me wrong I accept that life is full of sadness and hardship. I understand that for some this is the large bulk of their life experience. Depending on your circumstance it might be most of your life experience.
I also believe that no matter how hard or terrible your lot in life is there can be found moments of good and happiness. Even if they are few, far between, and fleeting they exist.
There were none of these moments for any of the characters in this book. Well arguably Lennie has a few moments due to his simple nature, but those moments might have been the saddest of all. In the end no one was happy, or is likely to ever be.
So while I found Of Mice and Men to be a good story, well written, and surprisingly easy to read it was far too depressing for my tastes. I’m glad I finally got around to reading it, but all the same I’d rather not linger on it.
My Rating: ☆☆☆