In honor of his 112th birthday, all the John Steinbeck black spines, in chronological order (more or less). Steinbeck is such a part of our daily existence here at Penguin Classics, and it’s own of our greatest points of pride to continuing publishing his entire catalog of work — keeping him widely read and discussed at a time when his words are so needed.
I wish that every human life might be pure transparent freedom. ― Simone de Beauvoir
Katie Degentesh reads a Jackson Mac Low poem with help from a parrot