John Steinbeck’s Muddled View of Sunsets

Of course I was moved by The Grapes of Wrath, though I think East of Eden was a superior novel.

And Of Mice and Men? Who wasn’t reduced to blubbering at Lenny’s sorry fate? I sure was!

So this post is not to impugn the renowned and honorable John Steinbeck, champion of the dispossessed and travel companion of a dog named Charlie, among other estimable virtues.

It is only to hold up the fact, in graphic detail pertaining to one short sentence of Steinbeck’s prose, that writers don’t always get it right, that they most always benefit from conscientious editing, and that sometimes, even writers as gifted as Steinbeck, rewarded for their talents and toil by being assigned accomplished and decently paid editors, can fail and then be failed by those editors as well.

To such a degree, as a matter of fact, that the following kind of sentence can occasionally sneak past the sentries guarding against ambiguity and wind up in print forevermore, all its shortcomings laid bare for all the (discerning) world to see.

The offending line, straight from page 182 in my hardback 1961 printing of The Winter of Our Discontent:

“In early June the world of leaf and blade and flowers explodes, and every sunset is different.”




Sounds, on the surface at least, like a lyrical, pleasant, and at the very least harmless enough sentiment, doesn’t it?  So much so that if you Google the entire sentence you will get pages and pages of citations, most all of them of the “Beautiful Quotes” variety, cited in blogs, literary websites, Facebook pages and quote collections right there with other lines that are supposed to warm our souls and deepen our appreciation of the natural world.

There’s a problem, however. The content of the sentence, if Steinbeck means what I suspect he means, though one can’t be positive he does, is flat-out wrong.

And that’s not the only problem. Another is that the second clause, “and every sunset is different,” is deeply ambiguous, a muddle of opacity, unmoored from any referent that would ground it in answering the elemental question, “Different from what?”

Is he saying merely that every individual sunset in early June (let’s make June 14 the cut-off line for “early”) is different from the 13 others that occur at that time of the year?

Or different as a collective than the other 351 sunsets of the year, all of which are different, too, in their own way, but which don’t much resemble early June sunsets?

Or different because early June sunsets are unique individual presentations, while sunsets all the rest of the year suffer from a depressing sameness?

The answer is difficult to discern, given how the second clause just hangs there at the end of the sentence, listless and lost.

I think he means the third possibility above: that early June sunsets are unique, which clearly implies that the other 351 sunsets tend to look alike. But that compels me to ask of readers: Have you noticed any such repetitiveness in the sunsets you have beheld in your life when it wasn’t early June?

I will hazard a guess to say, No, you have not. The assertion itself seems ridiculous.

Sure, every sunset in early June is different from the others, but that’s just as true in late July or mid-September or deep in December, because no two sunsets, like no two snowflakes, are ever exactly the same. December sunsets can differ from one another every bit as much as those in June. Sunsets elicit gasps of appreciation and are different, sometimes dramatically so, sometimes subtly, at every time of year. Everyone with a lick of sense and attentiveness knows this.

Steinbeck makes this bland assertion as a kind of pretty word-painting, even though it is fundamentally wrong and therefore meaningless. Where, pray tell, was his editor, saying, “Uh, John…?”



People often mistake editing for simply correcting spelling, punctuation and obvious grammatical errors, like a glorified word processing program that helpfully underlines your possible mistakes. But that’s proofreading, which is included in editing, but is not its main point.

Far more importantly, editing saves writers from not-incorrect-but-flabby writing of the type seen in this rather renowned Steinbeck quote. It challenges the writer to be more precise, to defend bland assertions with cogent evidence or reasoning, to say what she means and mean what she says.

No reputable editor should have accepted this line from Steinbeck without underlines and arrows challenging the assertion itself and then asking him to more precisely state its intended meaning.

Yet the line was published as is and has now been anthologized in countless venues, to warmly approving nods. This begs another question: Does good, precise writing actually matter anymore? (Did it ever?)

Every literary person knows that good editors can save bad writing, but does bad writing really need to be saved if bad readers can’t really tell the difference between good and bad, precise and maddeningly imprecise writing?

In the quote cited above, I suspect readers are reeled in with the pleasant poeticism of the first clause, and are mostly asleep or uncaring by the time they get to the ambiguity and questionable accuracy of the second clause. “You had me at ‘the world of leaf and blade,’” they might have dreamily said to Steinbeck, riffing off of Renée Zellweger’s iconic line in the movie Jerry Maguire.

They shouldn’t have been so easily seduced.


Not sure when this sunset compilation was filmed, but I can guarantee you not one of them is like another…

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5 comments to John Steinbeck’s Muddled View of Sunsets

  • joan voight (@shapelygrape)  says:

    Since you bring it up, Andrew, what is the editing process for your blog?

    • Andrew Hidas  says:

      Ha! I was hoping/afraid someone would bring that up! Since the blog is an avocation I squeeze into my off-hours that has netted me an outflow rather than inflow of $ for design and programming since its inception, there’s no way I can afford professional editing. Which leaves me at the mercy of editor-type friends upon whom I might prevail to give things a look in exchange for profuse thanks and a beer next time we meet. But really, I wouldn’t do that to a friend (with any regularity, in any case), so aside from (very) occasionally asking someone for a quick review (as I did just this morn for this post, matter of fact), what you see & read here is solely my responsibility, for better & for worse, and I am sure there is both…

  • Angela  says:

    So, I rather like the first half of that quote, and have been re-writing the second half in my head, trying to bring it into alignment where Mr. Steinbeck wandered off down to the beach (that’s what it felt like to me, that he couldn’t be bothered to finish it…). I haven’t gotten very far myself. My sarcastic side did show up, deciding it could have been worse, with some insipid phrase like “…and every sunset is pretty.” See, it could have been worse!!

    • Andrew Hidas  says:

      That’s pretty much my stock phrase & mantra as I battle the slings, arrows & indignities of age, Angela: “Oh well, it could be worse…” Small comfort sometimes, but we takes what we gets. And so it is with Mr. Steinbeck’s line, as you have so ably demonstrated. :-)

      But how about this: “In early June the world of leaf and blade and flowers explodes, and every sunset bursts with color.”

      The “bursts” partners pretty nicely with the first clause’s “explodes,” I think. And I’d also think about making that “flowers” singular, bringing it into alignment with its buddies “leaf and blade” and also avoiding that rather unpleasant repetitive “z” sound of “flowers explodes.”

      Perhaps it’s time to call the Steinbeck estate and inquire whether we might take a crack at a few refinements his editors seemed to overlook…

  • Jay Helman  says:

    I just cannot resist; in early June baseball begins to take shape as basketball winds to its conclusion and each “splash” by Curry and Thompson brings gold to Golden State more near.

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