East of Eden

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Title: East of Paradise

Author: John Steinbeck

Translator: Parviz Shahdi

Publisher: Majid

Subject: American story

Age category: Adult

Cover: Paperback

Number of pages: 784 p

Language: Farsi

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East of Eden is a 1952 novel by John Steinbeck, a Nobel Prize-winning American author.

In this novel, Steinbeck depicts the complex lives of two families, the Trasks and the Hamiltons, and their intertwined stories.

Steinbeck originally wrote the novel to his two young sons, Tom and John, who were six and a half and four and a half years old, respectively. He wanted to describe the details of the Salinas Valley to them.

About the East of Heaven, by John Steinbeck
Negative human traits and the endless battle between good and evil are still one of the main themes of writings and works of art.

In the novel East of Paradise, inspired by the stories of “Abel” and “Cain”, John Steinbeck tries to show family discrimination and jealousy between brothers.

In The East of Heaven, John Stein tries to put man again in a position of choosing between good and evil, and to show that goodness is not always the winner on this battlefield.

The book East of Paradise is one of the masterpieces of the American author John Steinbeck. In this novel, he describes the complex life of two families, Hamilton and Trisk, and how they are separated by behavioral discrimination against their children.

The book East of Paradise is one of the best works of John Steinbeck. Based on this novel, a film called East of Paradise was made by the prominent American director Elia Kazan.

The film has won numerous awards, including the Academy Award for Best Supporting Actress and the Academy Award for Best Supporting Actress at the Golden Globes and Cannes.

Synopsis of East Paradise
East of Paradise tells the story of two generations in two different time periods. The first family is the Cyrus Trask family and the second is the Hamilton family.

In both families described, fathers pay more attention to one of their children. In the Thracian family, Cyrus prefers Adam to Charles, and when Adam becomes a father, like Cyrus, he pays more attention to one of his children named Aaron than to the other.

This is where the story of the book’s naturalistic background is identified, and the book shows the discrimination between children as hereditary.

In his story, John Steinbeck shows that each of the fathers has no specific reason for this discrimination, and his behavior causes jealousy and discord among their children, and the characters in the story make right and wrong decisions based on this discrimination.

About John Steinbeck, author of the romance novel East of Heaven
John Steinbeck was born in 1902 in Salinas, California. He first went to Stanford University to study English literature, but dropped out and moved to New York.

Steinbeck worked as a journalist in New York for a while, but returned to California two years later to pursue a career in labor. For a while he accepted the guard of a house and at that time he was able to read many books.

Steinbeck’s youth coincided with the Industrial Revolution and modernism, and because Steinbeck himself was a laborer, he thought a lot about the suffering of the lower classes of society, and this is the theme of all his works.

Style, works and honors of John Steinbeck
John Steinbeck is one of the greatest writers of the American school of “naturalism”, whose works show the daily life of the people and the algebra that dominates them.

John Steinbeck’s novels are one of the most humane stories in the world, which well express the suffering of the lower classes and the working class.

His other important works include “Clusters of Anger” and “Paradise Meadows”. John Steinbeck won the Pulitzer Prize after the publication of the novel Clusters of Anger.

He also won the 1962 Nobel Prize for his humanitarian books and unique writing style.

Translation of the romance novel Shargh Behesht into Persian
Parviz Shahdi is one of the leading Iranian translators who was born in 1315 in Mashhad.

He studied until high school in Mashhad and was accepted in the field of French language and literature at the University of Tehran.

Shahdi received his master’s degree from the Sorbonne University in France and lived there for many years.

This eminent translator has translated many works into Persian, including the books “Plague” by Albert Camus, “The Cherry Orchard” by Antoine Chekhov, and “Crime and Rewards” by Italo Calvino.

Majid Publications has published the book Shargh Behesht translated by Parviz Shahdi and made it available to those who are interested.

Why should you read the book East of Eden?
East Paradise is in the category of twentieth-century American fiction.

The book East of Paradise is suitable for adults. The number of pages of the printed version of the book is 784 pages, which by reading it for 20 minutes a day, you can read this book in 39 days.

The Book of East of Eden is one of the longest-running books on twentieth-century American fiction.

This book is a good choice for people who have more time to read and want to spend more time reading twentieth-century American fiction.

In a part of the book East of Eden, we read:
The members of the Hamilton family were strange people. Nervous and sensitive like the strings of an instrument. Some of them would break if pulled a little further.

Such people are found all over the world. Among the girls, they were Samuel most cheerful. From an early age, he had a strange appetite for knowledge, like the appetite that all children have for toasting butter and jam in the evening.

They and his father colluded; They bought books. They read them and exchanged views on their content.

He was the most serious child of the Hamilton family. She met a young boy whose fingers were stained with chemicals – mostly silver nitrate – and married him.

Her husband was one of those people who lived in poverty so as not to suffer from wealth stigma.

His favorite field was photography. He believed that the outside world could be detected by the colors of the eye. Record on photographic paper.
His name was Anderson and he was less sociable. Like many researchers, he was afraid of taking risks. You do not like the method of revelation. You make a step for yourself.

He sat on it and carved the next step. Like climbers climbing glaciers. He felt disgust at the Hamilton family members, who thought they had wings and often fell and hit their heads hard.

Anderson never fell, slipped or flew. He walked slowly to the summit. And as they define. There he got everything he wanted: a color film.

He married them because he was more serious and self-controlled than others, and this reassured him. Frightened and worried about his wife’s family, he took his wife to a remote spot near the Argonaut border.

There he lived a secluded life next to medicine bottles and photographic paper.

We all know John Steinbeck, my peers are much older, young people maybe less. But there are few readers who have not read “Clusters of Anger”, or “Mice and Men” and “In a Suspicious Battle”.

So I’m not talking about him, let alone saying that he was born in 1902 in Salinas, California, won the Pulitzer Prize in 1939 for “Clusters of Anger” and wrote “East of Heaven” in 1952. He won the Nobel Prize in 1962 and died in 1968 in New York.
But Steinbeck’s name is rightly synonymous with “clusters of anger” in the world, which is unique in American literature of the first half of the twentieth century.

There is nothing in this. But there is another masterpiece of the same magnificence, “Clusters of Anger,” which was one of the ten most read books in America two months ago, and it is “East of Paradise,” which has been strangely abandoned in Iran.

Of course, a translation of it was made in 1982 and later forgotten, while his other masterpiece “Clusters of Anger” has been reprinted regularly (even this one two years ago). If “Clusters of Anger” is an epic of the life of the poor of America. And their pains and sufferings, in the country that is the richest country in the world, the “East of Paradise” is a philosophical epic, from a pen to fifty years old, cold and hot tasted and cooked.

A biography is two generations, a generation that immigrated to the United States to escape religious and social hardships and prejudices, and a generation born at the dawn of the twentieth century, amidst change, industrial and social progress, is a kind of biography, of which the author is a member. A large family of the second generation tells the story of the soul and narrates how a new world was established.

A symbolic account of the creation of man according to the Bible, the eating of the forbidden fruit, expulsion from paradise, and wandering in the realm of life, as we see it, and sharing in its pain, suffering, and joy.

And the LORD God brought him forth out of the garden of Eden, to do the work of the ground from which he was taken. So he drove Adam out and settled the cherubim on the east side of the garden of Eden (“(Bible. Chapter 3: The Journey of Creation, verses 33 and 34)
The title of the book speaks for itself philosophically, but the lives of people and their stories are sweeter than any story.

In the maze of this story that is passed down from generation to generation, Steinbeck skillfully and masterfully raises issues that all human beings have struggled with from their time to their existence, human beings who, although from the Garden of Eden They were expelled, but they settled in the east, and created a hell that did not exist, so that they would burn forever in longing for the paradise from which they were expelled.

The beauty of the book lies in its simplicity and mentality, the ordinary and simple adventures of people’s lives are astonishing when it is created by a master painter.

Steinbeck speaks so intimately and bluntly that it is as if one is sitting with an old friend and is reliving memories of the past.

Steinbeck’s recklessness and honesty in telling the truth was not to the liking of many.

The leftists, who considered him a follower of “Clusters of Anger”, “Mice and Men” and “In a Suspicious Battle”, in other books, including “Pearl” and “The Wandering Bus”, accused him of pessimism, gossip and inclination towards the capitalist world. کردن.

But Steinbeck was saying nothing but telling the truth, which came from his own life and the experiences of those with whom he was acquainted.

For this reason, his books are a shining page in the history of American literature as well as world literature, and his two masterpieces, “Clusters of Anger” and “Paradise East”, continue to attract many readers over the years.
Many of his books, including Zapata, The Paradise of the East, Clusters of Rage, Pearls, The Wandering Bus, etc., have been filmed by great American directors. “East of Paradise” was released in 1955 by Elia Kazan and starring James Dean.

Part of the book East of Eden:
First Chapter
Salinas Valley is located in Northern California. It is a long groove with a wide floor between two mountain ranges. The river, with its small and large tributaries, flows to the Gulf of Monterey (2).

I still remember the letters I gave as a child to each of its dormant plants and flowers, as well as the hiding place of each toad and the waking hours of its birds during the summer.

I remember its seasons and its trees, its people and their behavior and deeds and even its scents. Memories of the sense of smell are very rich and enduring.

I remember the peaks of Gobelin, which overlooked the valley to the east, the bright and happy, sunny and beautiful peaks, the enchanting peaks of which one wanted to climb the lush corridors with effort, as if slipping off the knees of a dear mother.

They were charming mountains adorned with grass-burnt grass from the pyramid. On the west side of the Santa Luca Mountains, in the middle of the sky, were dark, mysterious masses that stood between the sea and the valley – unfriendly and dangerous.

I was always afraid of the West and I always loved the East.

I can not say why. Probably because the sun was shining from the Goblin peaks and the night was falling over the Santaluca heights. Maybe the feeling I had about these two mountain ranges was related to the day of birth and death.
On all sides of the valley, torrents of water flowed down the gorges to join the main river. During the rainy winters, the rapids became larger, causing the river to overflow, leaving the bed in a rage to destroy everything in its path.

He takes agricultural lands on both sides, digs up houses and barns, plows, traps cows, pigs, and sheep, drowns them in its muddy waves, and rolls them toward the sea.

Then, at the end of spring, the river returned to its bed, and sandy fields appeared on either side of it.

It was drying up in the summer. All that remains is small ponds in neighborhoods created by winter vortices.

The meadows sat back, and the willow trees, whose branches had hitherto lay in the water, hung in the air, full of the remnants of the water.

Salinas was nothing but seasonal rivers and bulls, sometimes dangerous and sometimes shy. But we only had this river and we were proud of it.
One can be proud of anything, if it is the only thing one has. The poorer he is, the more he needs to be proud of what he has.

The valley floor is flat between two mountain ranges and at the foot of their rocky slopes, because centuries ago it was a fjord floor that was hundreds of miles long.

The estuary – now located at the site of Moss Landing – was the narrow entrance to the waterway centuries ago.

One day my father will dig a well in his fields. As it went down, it first compacted into layers of leaf soil and then hit pebbles.

Then white sands appeared, mixed with mollusks and even whale bones. Under twenty feet of sand, fertile ground floors were found again.

The well passed through a fragment of the remains of sequoia trees, red trees that never rot. The Salinas Valley was a forest before it became part of the sea.

Some nights I imagined the sequoia forest being swallowed by the sea.
On flat ground, the leaf soil layer was thick and fertile. A rainy winter was enough to cover it with flowers and plants.

Flowering of flowers in wet years in these fields creates an incredible landscape. The valleys and slopes of the hills are covered with carpets of Egyptian bean and poppy flowers.

A woman told me one day that in order for a colorful bouquet to look more colorful, you have to put some white flowers in it.

Each petal of a bean flower has white margins, and on the ground where it grows in large numbers, it spreads a pleasant and indescribable blue color in front of the eyes.

The petals of the poppy flowers, with bright colors, appeared here and there like coral islands. If melting gold produces vapors that can be collected, the color of California poppy flowers may be the color of these vapors.

Then came the yellow mustard. They were so high that when my grandfather came to the valley, if a man on horseback passed by, only his head could be seen.
In the highlands, you will grow Ashraf flowers, primroses and violets with black in the middle. Shortly afterwards, it was time to grow large clusters of local yellow and red flowers. It was a vast expanse of various flowers that shone in the sunlight.

This was the description of the high valley of the Salinas River. Its history was like any other land. At first they were Indians, but from a declining, weak race, who could neither invent nor cultivate their land, they fed on insects, locusts, and oysters, they were too lazy to hunt or catch fish, whatever they got. , And rubbed the tubular roots and ate them instead of flour. Even their wars were ridiculous and merciful.

Then came the Spanish conquerors, a violent, greedy and realistic people. They were zealous men and masterful gemologists. They collected both souls and precious stones. They trampled valleys and mountains, paving the horizons.

Some of them settled on large plots of land given to them by the King of Spain, unaware of the value of these gifts. They lived the life of a poor tribal monarchy.

Their herds grazed freely and their numbers increased. The owners occasionally killed a number of their cattle to make boots out of their skins and candles out of their tallow, and left their meat to carnivores and wolves.
When the Spaniards arrived, they had to name everything they saw. This is the first duty of every tourist – both his duty and his privilege. Each place must be named so that it can be recorded on a hand-drawn map.

These were pious people, and only the indefatigable priests who came with the soldiers could read and write, and they could map the lands and write down the events.

So the first letters were taken from famous saints and religious festivals, depending on what day, where they stopped. There are many saints, but the calendar is not endless either, so the names were repeated in the first letters: The names of the saints we have are San Miguel, San Michael, San Ardu, San Bernardo, San Benito, San Lorenzo, San Carlos, San Francisco Quito, and Religious Celebrations: Natividad – Christmas; ن

Asi Minto: Milad; The shed gave – alone. However, some lands were also registered according to the mood of the expedition group, such as: Buena Esperanza-Omidnik; Buena Vista – for landscapes, or Cholar – has been such a beautiful area. Then came the descriptive letter: Palu Dolus Rubels – due to the presence of oak trees; Los Rovers – For Cave Trees; Tolar Chitus – for the ends of a swamp;

And salinas because of the alkalinity that was like white salt. Then they named another area after the animal they had seen: Goblin; Because of the falcons that flew in these mountains; El Topo – for blind mice; Los Gatos – for wild cats; Tasajara – a cup with its saucer; Lagunaska – a dried-up lake; Coral de Tierra – Earth Dam; Parzo – Paradise.

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