This is just reviewing "The Pearl," because I already gave "The Red Pony" some attention when I looked at The Long Valley. Speaking of which, if I hadn't just read "Flight" from that collection, I wouldn't be making what seems like a pretty clear connection between what its main character, Pepe, has to do to try to escape the posse on his trail, and what Kino and Juana have to do to get away from the hunters who are trying to kill them for the pearl. Neither story ends with a successful escape, of course, but "The Pearl" is much more devastating because Coyotito is pointlessly killed in spite of Kino's efforts. Pepe's sacrifice of himself is noble and confirms that he is indeed the man he has always wanted to become, an upbeat ending to a tragic little story.
"The Pearl" is an allegory, undoubtedly, although the journalistic Steinbeck would probably cringe to hear that applied to anything he wrote; even so, there's no missing the contrast between the edenic life of the oyster fishermen and the bloodthirsty Hobbesian evil of those who wish to profit from the pearl. The condemnation of capitalism--at least, the unbridled capitalism which destroys the lives of the working poor, one of Steinbeck's favorite targets--is obvious throughout the story, most cuttingly in the depiction of the venal town doctor. Kino himself dreams of new clothes, school for his child, a proper wedding for his wife--all very down-to-earth and commendable, showing that he is still an innocent--before thinking about acquiring a rifle for himself, a killing tool that he eventually uses to dispatch the last man in the hunting party. The competing songs, the Song of Family and the Song of the Pearl, are rendered in the style of folklore, and from the opening epigram it is clear that Steinbeck is trying to frame the whole story as a sort of legend, but the ultimate effect is positively Marxist. Again, the author would probably resist having "The Pearl" turned into a screamingly anti-capitalist parable, and, to be fair, that is a damaging over-simplification of the story, but it is certainly one of the lenses through which this has to be understood. Again, as a lifelong Steinbeck fan, it is difficult to retain objectivity, but it is a treat to re-re-read this after so many years away.