Relevance: a word often associated nowadays with a writer whom many
(Mark Schorer's 1961 biography seems to blame) regarded as "the worst
{American?} ever to win a Nobel." When some of us wonder if the
political and cultural divisions that persist and morph in our nation
have deeper roots than the newest pundit on Comedy Central or the
newscast on Fox News, the radio left or right of the dial, here's one
novelist who was reflecting on the American divide between heartland and
coast, city and farm, hamlet and suburb, nearly a hundred years ago.
His
two most famous novels, back-to-back bestsellers early in the 1920s,
here are joined in a typically handy and handsome edition from the
Library of America. Like many in this series, there's few notes. John
Hersey finds a few arcane references we need to know, and there's a
timeline of Lewis's life and a brief note on him, but the editorial
policy appears to let the reader confront the text as much as possible.
Neither of these two novels gained perhaps the long-standing media
recognition of "Elmer Gantry" (Burt Lancaster's appeal may be
credited!), but they provided us with "Babbitt" as a byword for
small-city conformity, and "Main Street" as shorthand for small-town
stultification. (Preacher "Elmer" along with "Dodsworth" the physician and "Arrowsmith" the auto manufacturer appear in a second LoA volume.)
Lewis's liberalism never's disguised, and part of
the awkward tone if well-intended, bluntly persuasive charm of what are
clearly propagandist pieces as well as entertainment. As a promoter of
values I suspect are close to her creator, Carol Kennicott's decision to
settle down in Gopher Prairie to try to inspire its stolid natives
takes a long time to elaborate its ramifications for her and her
neighbors. Clearly, Lewis looks at the town based on his own Sauk Centre
as a template upon which to sketch his grievances with the heartland,
but you also sense compassion and sensitivity as he listens to Carol and
watches her confront the forces that keep pressing her down to do as
the local folks do.
With George F. Babbitt, you get two years of
his boosterism and boorish encounters in Zenith, a larger Midwestern
burg. Here, Lewis plays off of his foil as the lead. Babbitt may not be
as much a would-be rebel, but as with Carol, he chafes in his own way
against the bit, even if he must (as many of us) resign himself to be
part of the herd. Lewis gives us a recognizable caricature, then tries
to make someone we can understand.
I liked both novels with their
respectively calm and frenetic ability to convey what people nearly a
century ago read, ate, debated, and dabbled in. Lewis paints his targets
and splatters them relentlessly, but underneath I sense also a desire
to comprehend how so many millions invent or indulge in the opinions
they do, and how they act. I confess the sociological style of his
novels (as with John Dos Passos' "Manhattan Transfer" and the "USA
trilogy") may not wear as well for today's readers. However, I enjoy the
brisk, peppy immersion into slang, diction, and ideas that swirled
around those caught up in the Twenties, full of wealth and ambition for
some, that remind me of more recent boom times--and busts.
By the
way, speaking of busts, I recommend a deft audiobook rendering by
Christopher Hurt of Sinclair Lewis' last true success, "It Can't Happen
Here" (1935) and that prediction of an alternate history. It's strange
as it happens almost as it's published, more or less. A 1936 FDR's
re-election gets shunted aside for a corn-pone fascist recalling that
played by Andy Griffith years later in the film "A Face in the Crowd."
Berzilius "Buzz" Windrip takes over as president, with a clever
calculation of xenophobic rhetoric and progressive bluster that appears
buffoonish, until he solidifies power with the 50 million during the
Depression desperate enough for "hope and change"--out of a nimble
combination of populism, prejudice, and pandering. Windrip matches the
Hitlers and the Mussolinis, in Lewis' dire (melo?-)drama. (8-5-12 to
Amazon US)
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