Even though we all work in our own way, I’ve always found it interesting to learn how other writers approach the craft. Thus it was with happy surprise that I came upon a reference to the account John Steinbeck kept in his journal of the writing of East of Eden, which was published under the name The Journal of a Novel. (I learned of it at the blog Many Energies. Head over there and spread some love, won’t you?) I’d read East of Eden many years ago, and I don’t remember liking it very much, but I’ve liked other works by Steinbeck, so I was eager to learn how he did things.
Instead, however, I picked up a copy of Working Days, which is his account of the writing of The Grapes of Wrath, a novel I’ve read (and re-read) much more recently and for which I have a great liking.
I wish I could say the same for Working Days. I think there are times when you must let a great person have his or her allure and not peak into the mechanism too much.
As an instructional guide, even as an opportunity for insight, Working Days did not deliver. It is mostly daily journal entries of a couple hundred words speaking about each day’s writing ambition. Steinbeck set himself a deadline for writing the novel and then castigated himself in the journal for missing a day’s productivity or complained about the house being built next door or loved and lamented the stellar lists of visitors he had (including Charlie Chaplin and Carl Sandburg). He writes that the novel must be good, it must be the best writing he can do, and then he follows with despair that he is not talented enough to write it. He obsesses about his word count yet repeatedly says how much he loves the pen he used to write it all.
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That makes up about two-thirds of the book. The last third is how he grapples with the success of the novel, which is to say, he seems to hate it. He makes a lot of money, but he claims to resent the fame. Everyone wants a piece of him: autographs, speeches, endorsements. They want to publish his early writing, and then they want to publish his letters saying they can’t publish his early writing. Yes, I’m sure success is the bitch goddess everyone says it is, but Steinbeck lays it on too thick.
I can’t speak for The Journal of a Novel, but I certainly can’t recommend Working Days, at least not for someone who is looking for writing insights. I’m sure that Steinbeck scholars found the book informative and even fascinating, but I found it tedious.Explore posts in the same categories: Reviews and Responses comment below, or link to this permanent URL from your own site.