Steinbeck is my man, he strangely feels like a father, because I read him religiously when I was younger. And still do. Before I wanted to be an actor, I wanted to be a marine zoologist because Steinbeck had made me fall in love with the character Doc from Cannery Row. Long before I obsessed over Dean in the part of Cal Trask in the movie version of East of Eden, I obsessed over the book version, Steinbeck’s epic about the Salinas Valley. There is no doubt that I saw my friends and I, drinking about carousing, as counterparts to hapless versions of King Arthur and his Round Table, cast as the lovable vagabonds in Tortilla Flat. But Of Mice and Men is one of the greatest because it gives us everything about life in a compact little parable: work, friendship, love, jealousy, violence, death, loneliness, everything is there. It’s the ultimate dramatic bromance and something that has lived in my heart from the first time I read it for Mrs. Paugh’s ninth grade English class.