With the Joad’s now at the government camp I keep thinking about Solzhenitsyn’s experience in ‘One Day In The Life Of Ivan Denisovich’, however, only as a counter example.

Steinbeck seems to be extolling the virtues of communism or at least the virtues of the poor who share.

I never know how to feel myself since I can see both up and down sides. They are both extreme points of view.