This winter, the mounds of snow, the icy walks, and seemingly never-ending Nor’easters have reminded me of two famous books. One is the “Winter of Our Discontent” by John Steinbeck. The other is “The Long Winter” by Laura Ingalls Wilder.
Of course, the “Winter of Our Discontent” by Steinbeck doesn't reference snow and ice and storms. Steinbeck’s “Winter” is based on the first lines of Shakespeare’s “Richard III”, a play that eludes to a stormy and metaphorical winter of discontent, contrasted by the analogous splendid summer. The discontent is relevant because of the constant dialogue we’ve all had with ourselves and each other. “I’ve had it with winter!” “Winter makes me sick.” Or “Winter. I’m sooooo done with it.” Discontent might be an understatement.