Thomas Steinbeck
Thomas Steinbeck
Thomas Myles Steinbeckis a writer and the eldest son of Nobel Laureate John Steinbeck. Steinbeck, raised by his father and well educated, was drafted into the Vietnam War, inspiring him to become a photographer and journalist. Subsequently, he wrote numerous screenplays and worked in the film industry. Since 2002, he has been an author of original works, starting with his book of short stories, Down to a Soundless Sea, in 2002. His first novel, In the Shadow of the Cypress,...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionWriter
Date of Birth2 August 1944
CountryUnited States of America
When it comes to the form the narrative will take, whether first person, third person, or Aunt Grace's cat, I usually find that the story tells me which voice it prefers, and that often changes as I go along. And in the end it really doesn't matter as long as the author can rig those voices all in harness to pull the same load.
My father, John Steinbeck, was a man who held human history in great reverence, and in particular the biographies of those people who had risked their lives, their fortunes, and their worldly honor to defend the rights and prerogatives of those who were powerless to defend themselves.
When I was fifteen, my father gave me a first edition copy of Ray Bradbury's magnificent work, 'The Martian Chronicles.' I had read other science fiction by noted authors, but this book was something else altogether.
I was eighteen when I first read Joseph Heller's stunning work 'Catch-22,' and was at that time close to being drafted for the fruitless and unenlightened war in Viet Nam.
Since I can't write the greatest American novel, I'm going to write the longest American novel.
My only job is to write in such a way that the reader gets a new handle on humanity.
I started writing serious books so late because I knew I'd be accused of riding on my father's coattails.
I would hardly say that I have a rich knowledge of anything in particular, but I do seem to be burdened with an unseemly appetite for intellectual and artistic erudition, which, for the sake of balance, I keep well harnessed to a reliable sense of the absurd.
I've always been fascinated by the Chinese. This goes a long way back to my childhood. The Chinese invented money, movable type, clocks, and built the largest ships in the history of the world.
I thought my dad was out of work, because my friends had fathers with briefcases who'd go off somewhere with bow ties on. But my father would finish breakfast and go back to his room.
You didn't grow up in the shadow of John Steinbeck. He put you on his shoulders and gave you all the light you wanted.
My father believed, like Pericles, that a man's genius could be easily judged by the number of unenlightened fools set in phalanx against his ideas.
The characters in my stories, whether historical or fictional, usually prove to be a compilation of influences taken from differing sources, but never drawn from one model.
My father told us all the time: to become a good writer takes writing. Because the more you do it, the better you get at it. It's like bull-riding. You can't do it once, you know. You've got to practice it and practice it.