The Moon Is Down

The Moon Is Down

John Steinbeck

Language: English

Pages: 144

ISBN: 0140187464

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

Occupied by enemy troops, a small, peaceable town comes face-to-face with evil imposed from the outside—and betrayal born within the close-knit community

In this masterful tale set in Norway during World War II, Steinbeck explores the effects of invasion on both the conquered and the conquerors. As he delves into the emotions of the German commander and the Norwegian traitor, and depicts the spirited patriotism of the Norwegian underground, Steinbeck uncovers profound, often unsettling truths about war—and about human nature.


Nobel Prize winner John Steinbeck’s self-described “celebration of the durability of democracy” had an extraordinary impact as Allied propaganda in Nazi-occupied Europe. Despite Axis efforts to suppress it (in Fascist Italy, mere possession of the book was punishable by death), The Moon is Down was secretly translated into French, Norwegian, Danish, Dutch, Swedish, German, Italian and Russian; hundreds of thousands of copies circulated throughout Europe, making it by far the most popular piece of propaganda under the occupation. Few literary works of our time have demonstrated so triumphantly the power of ideas in the face of cold steel and brute force. This edition features an introduction by Donald V. Coers.

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gentleman’s company.” Corell said, “I have a right to be here! I am a soldier like the rest. I simply do not wear a uniform.” The Mayor repeated, “I do not wish to speak in this gentleman’s presence.” Colonel Lanser said, “Will you leave us now, Mr. Corell?” And Corell said, “I have a right to be here!” Lanser repeated sharply, “Will you leave us now, Mr. Corell? Do you outrank me?” “Well, no, sir.” “Please go, Mr. Corell,” said Colonel Lanser. And Corell looked at the Mayor angrily, and

The guard took Alex by the arm and the young man kept his eyes tightly closed, and they guided him through the door. The squad faced about, and their feet marched away down out of the house and into the snow, and the snow muffled their footsteps. The men about the table were silent. Orden looked to ward the window and saw a little round spot being rubbed clear of snow by a quick hand. He stared at it, fascinated, and then he looked quickly away. He said to the colonel, “I hope you know what you

said Loft. “We picked up about fifty of them, and about ninety parachutes they came in. For some reason the people leave the parachutes when they take the tubes, and then there are probably a lot we haven’t found yet.” Lanser waved his hand. “It doesn’t really matter,” he said. “They can drop as many as they want. We can’t stop it, and we can’t use it against them, either. They haven’t conquered anybody.” Loft said fiercely, “We can beat them off the face of the earth!” Hunter was prying the

hostages. If there is violence, the hostages will be executed.” And Doctor Winter said to the colonel, “Will you carry out the orders, knowing they will fail?” Lanser’s face was tight. “I will carry out my orders no matter what they are, but I do think, sir, a proclamation from you might save many lives.” Madame broke in plaintively, “I wish you would tell me what all this nonsense is.” “It is nonsense, dear.” “But they can’t arrest the Mayor,” she explained to him. Orden smiled at her.

amazement while his thumbs rolled over and over on his lap. Doctor Winter was a man so simple that only a profound man would know him as profound. He looked up at Joseph, the Mayor’s servingman, to see whether Joseph had observed the rolling wonders of his thumbs. “Eleven o’clock?” Doctor Winter asked. And Joseph answered abstractedly, “Yes, sir. The note said eleven.” “You read the note?” “No, sir, His Excellency read the note to me.” And Joseph went about testing each of the gilded chairs

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