Last night, as part of
my five-year plan to read the Essentials
, I started
Main Street
, Sinclair Lewis’ 1920 satire of small-town life in the Midwest. I didn’t get too far before I bonded with the author’s irascibility.
In 1937, his publisher asked him to write a new introduction to the book and Lewis reluctantly complied:
I must, says the publisher of this edition of Main Street, write an introduction; and what, he suggests, with the blandness characteristic of all publishers urging slothful...
Published on February 10, 2016 06:07