Filed by Fletcher Moody — Literary Correspondent In the spring of 1936, I drove down to Pacific Grove, California, to interview a writer named John Steinbeck, who had published a novel called Tortilla Flat the year before and was beginning to be discussed in the kind of rooms where writers are discussed before they are read. I had written ahead. He had agreed, with the reluctance of a man who would rather be doing almost anything else, to give...