Word: sinclairism
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Zaslavsky knows little about U.S. newsmen except what he has read in Upton Sinclair, Morris Ernst or heard from occasional contacts with ex-PM Publisher Ralph McAllister Ingersoll. But he knows all about Zaslavsky. He wrote...
...novels with a great deal in common perched last week at the top of the best-seller list: Laura Z. Hobson's Gentleman's Agreement and Sinclair Lewis' Kingsblood Royal. Both were earnest, pamphleteering tracts on the U.S. race problem. As novels, they were not very good. Below them, the fictional bestseller list was studded with historical novels of a type which has become so standardized that even their book jackets look alike: an open-bosomed beauty in the foreground, a frigate in the distance...
Also reactivated, with a difference: Sinclair Lewis, who made his first big noise lambasting all the herd-minded Americans who join lodges and wear funny hats at male get-togethers. A Yale class reunion brought Lewis running, obediently decked in the herd's badges and wearing the standard reunion headpiece...
Only living U.S. authors to make the grade: John Steinbeck (a reissue of The Grapes of Wrath), Upton Sinclair (the Lanny Budd cycle), Ralph Ingersoll (Top Secret), Elliott Roosevelt (As He saw It), Erskine Caldwell, whose short stories about the seamy side of Southern life will top all other U.S. offerings with a 100,000-copy edition. Said the director of one Moscow publishing house last week: "We didn't see anything else that would interest Soviet readers...
...Montparnasse cafe table in 1922 with Sinclair Lewis, "arch-progenitor ... of the stenographic, Pullman-smoker school of writing" [TIME, May 12], I do not remember that "every [American] expatriate eye turned icily away." Quite the contrary. Those eyes welcomed him as a prosperous bestseller, and with a few ragged introductions, the self-invited guests started pushing tables together. The saucers recording the prices of the drinks rose higher & higher, and so did the comments on the shameful commercialism of writing books like Main Street and Babbitt. Mr. Lewis was extraordinarily patient, but finally called for the bill-suddenly all chairs...