This video provides a summary of John Steinbeck’s Of Mice and Men. When George and Lennie find new work during the Great Depression, fights, friendship, and murder ensue. Plus, there are rabbits (and mice, of course). Just another day for farm workers during the Dust Bowl.
|American Literature||All American Literature|
|Author||Steinbeck - John Steinbeck|
|Themes||Dreams, Hopes, and Plans|
Freedom and Confinement
Justice and Judgement
Man and the Natural World
Visions of America
Women and Femininity
Lennie Smalls, indeed. If he's small, then I'm the president of the United States.
…Hey… drop it! Sometimes that guy drives me crazy, obsessing
over ketchup and then asking me to tell the same story for the nine millionth time.
Yes, we’ll get our own place, yes we’ll live off the fat of the land, and there will
be lots of rabbits. Enough already! It’s bad enough that I’m constantly changing
my address to avoid all the angry letters from animal rights activists.
And the guy’s a hopeless case with the ladies. He’s got the “strong, sensitive” thing
going for him, but grabbing a gal’s dress and refusing to let go isn’t the way to
get a second date.
Aw, who am I kidding? Even though he's a pain in the backside, I just can't stay angry at
Lennie. Maybe I'll even get him a rabbit.
Okay, maybe a stuffed one... I’m not sure if I like the new gig yet;
bucking barley is hard work. And it also sounds like slang for throwing up.
The company sure leaves something to be desired, too. There’s Candy, the handless wonder,
and his stinky dog, and the charming Carlson, who disliked the stinky dog enough to volunteer
for shooting duty.
What is this, Old Yeller?
Crooks is always grumpy, just because he’s a friendless cripple who lives next to the
manure pile and gets picked on because he’s black. He doesn’t even appreciate his awesome
nickname. Cuz he has a crooked spine, get it? What a whiner.
Then there's the boss' son, Curley, who, sadly, is nothing like the Stooge. He is a little
like Moe, I guess. They both have bad hair and anger management issues.
Curley’s married to…well, how do I describe his wife…she’s like a small-town Marilyn
Monroe, if Marilyn had married the wrong guy, and become a malevolent, soulless harpy.
I don’t like her, can you tell? In fact, I haven’t done much since I came
here but squabble with Mr. and Mrs. Curley. I don’t know that woman’s name, but I
know her middle name...trouble. She's totally boy-crazy, which is a very bad
thing when your husband's a jealous boxer.
Champ or no, he sure made a mistake picking a fight with Lenny. Curley almost had to change
his name to "Stumpy."
Luckily, my buddy Slim convinced Curley to zip his lips about the smooshed hand incident,
and getting that wise guy to shut up about anything is a pretty good trick.
Slim’s pretty good with people, actually. He's kind of like the ranch therapist. …
I’m starting to change my mind about Candy, too, now that he isn’t stinking up the place
with that dog.
He found out about our dream of starting a rabbit-friendly farm…
…and it turns out the old dude has a chunk of change stored up.
Now, if I can just keep Lennie out of trouble long enough to save a bit more, we might be
living on easy street pretty soon! Or, maybe not. Lennie just killed another
one. Except this time, it’s not a mouse…it’s a lady. Guess who?
First they bonded about petting things, and next thing I know I’m lookin’ at a dead
broad and no Lennie. Curley’s gonna go off his rocker.
I just had time to cook up a cover story with Candy… nothing ruins your day quite like
being framed for murder… before the gang showed up and started baying for blood.
Slim took me aside, and made some good points about Lennie’s future. Either my best buddy’s
going down under Curley’s gun, or it’s straitjackets and the nuthouse for him.
Lennie’s no hardened criminal, and I don’t think they allow pets in the mental asylum.
I guess I know what I gotta do. Field mice everywhere can breathe a big sigh of relief,
but I’ll never look at a rabbit the same way again.