Just finished reading “The Pearl” for the first time since high school. Steinbeck is amazing. I find both comfort and strife in his writing style, and his themes are powerful. I’m pretty sure I appreciate him more now than I did in school.
Of course, at the end of the story, one must ask “What, if anything, is my pearl?” Was being awarded National Teacher of the Year akin to Kino stumbling upon the Pearl of Great Price? Will it affect me in the same ways? At the end of all this, will Jen and I stand, exhausted, at the edge of the sea and toss it back where it came from?
Okay, maybe a bit of a stretch for an analogy, but it had to be made. I’m ready to move on now.