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“The Mark of an intriguing novel, much like a fine trout stream, it seems to me now, is its capacity to surprise us on each subsequent reading by revealing greater depths, successive unfolding, new flashes of color, motion and brilliance, without ever giving up its true meaning, if in fact a novel—or a river—can ever be said to have one true meaning. East of Eden continues to impress me as such a wonder book, because it is a landscape of incandescent words, a torrent of mutable meaning.” — Robert DeMott, Steinbeck’s Typewriter (1996) |