Since I became aware of trigger warnings at university level literature classes, I’ve had this nagging feeling that I’d been done wrong early in my young reader life. The Portable Steinbeck proves me, once again, correct. The Portable Steinbeck is a suitcase’s worth of material from Nobel winner and California native John Steinbeck. The collection includes the novels The Red Pony and Of Mice and Men in their entireties. The rest of my unremarkable classmates and I were assigned to read these two timeless masterworks of American fiction in our, respectively, seventh and tenth grade English classes. At the risk of triggering a spoiler, the titular red pony dies a painful, grotesque, lingering death by attrition—just like so many of us will. Jody, the boy who raises but never knows the joy of riding the pony, murders a buzzard seized in the act of slurping goop from the eye of the beloved pony’s cadaver. Later in this slim volume of verities, a ranch hand stuns a pregnant mare with two strikes of a ball-peen hammer to the forehead and slices the mama horse’s belly open. As the child, and the adult I’ve become, continues reading, the ranch hand extracts a bloody colt from the mama horse’s belly and thrusts the slimy orphaned horse into the arms of boy Jody. This Red Pony butchery, and George’s mercy murder of his best friend, Lenny, in Of Mice and Men, are beautiful, bracing summations of all the richness that life has in store for the kid in seventh grade and for the old malcontent rereading from the formative canon. Filling out some of the bulk of The Portable Steinbeck, gray John takes on the guise of the wise old white man sharing secrets of the mindful enlightened soul, and I’m happy enough not to be spared that either.