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The Good Earth the first of the House of Earth Trilogy was an amazing and beautiful book by Pearl S. Buck and winner of the Pulitzer Prize in fiction in 1932. This was followed by the next two books in the trilogy, Sons and A House Divided. The daughter of American Christian missionaries in China, Buck was able to beautifully translate to the written word her observations of the vast cultural differences of peasants in China at the turn of the century through the events of the end of World War I. But yet, the overarching theme was the importance and reverence for the land. Wang Lung is the product of generations of peasant farmers tirelessly working the soil yielding bountiful harvests. And now with his excess harvests, he is able to purchase a slave from the great house to be his wife. O-lan quickly proves herself invaluable with her strong disposition and numerous skill sets gained from her service as a slave, including her ability to sew fine clothing for the family as well as the preparation of the fancy meals she once served to the local lord and lady. O-lan works tirelessly alongside her husband Wang only stopping to bear their children and returning to the fields with the babies. When possible, Wang Lung purchases more land from the great house slowly increasing their wealth. But when famine drives them south to the big city where they live as beggars to survive, O-Lan manages to multiply their fortune when tensions spill over into a riot. This is a time not only of great political and social turmoil in China, but a novel about the hard-working farmer class and their fierce connection to the land. And this is a multigenerational novel. Although an antiquated and, for the most part, an agrarian society depicting a world where women are slaves, Pearl Buck beautifully conveys a rich moral complexity and universal concerns. It is easy to see why this book remains one of the great modern classics.
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”Moving together in perfect rhythm, without word, hour after hour, he fell into a union with her which took the pain from his labor. He had no articulate thought of anything; there was only this perfect sympathy of movement, of turning this earth of theirs over and over to the sun, this earth which formed their home and fed their bodies and made their gods.”n
“Then the good land did again its healing work and the sun shone on him and healed him and the warm winds of summer wrapped him about with peace.”