Steinbeck and the Werewolves

I was a bit more upset than most when To Think That I Saw It On Mulberry St., and some of Dr. Seuss’s other books were taken out of publication. I saw it as censorship, and PC gone mad, even if it was a decision made by the people entitled to make that decision. But I was in the minority, I’ve already got a copy (of Mulberry St.), and I’ve read them all. So, no biggie.
But the decision to continue not to publish John Steinbeck’s werewolf novel (which I never knew existed until yesterday) bothers me more. I guess it’s partly a case of we want what we can’t have. That’s human nature.
But, the way I see it, Steinbeck is one of America’s literary giants. He’s in a class with Hemingway and Twain and maybe three or four others. Therefore, anything he’s written is of historical, and literary, and literary-historical interest, and should be available to the public.
The argument given for not publishing is that he didn’t bother to publish it during his lifetime, so why should anybody go against his wishes now.
Well, Kafka specifically told his friend Max Brod to burn all his work. Max Brod ignored the fuck out of Kafka’s dying wish, which is how humanity knows about Franz Kafka. I think Brod made the right choice. When Philip K. Dick told the Hollywood producers of his book, ‘Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep’ that they absolutely had to keep the title or no deal, they were probably a little bit relieved when he dropped dead and they could just ignore his final wishes. Thus Bladerunner was named, and it was a good thing because ‘Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?’ would have been a terrible title, especially since they took almost all the stuff about fake animals out of the movie.
You can’t take it with you, so they say, and you can’t control anything you’ve left behind. So, I think they should publish the book. Mostly because I’d like to read it.