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...UPTON SINCLAIR...
Post-war liberals will find in Harold Rugg's awakening a nostalgic flavor. Greenwich Village, Walter Lippmann's New Republic and Sinclair Lewis were in their heyday, corsets were coming off and speakeasies coming in. Rugg discovered Isadora Duncan, the Fabian Society, John Dewey, Thorstein Veblen, the "new historians," notably Charles A. Beard. Aroused by such "frontier thinkers," Rugg decided that education needed frontier thinking too, helped launch the famed Teachers College group. For some ten years this group-Professors Rugg, William H. Kilpatrick, George S. Counts, Jesse H. NewIon, Goodwin Watson, et al.-held bimonthly discussions...
...American Academy of Arts and Letters elected Novelist Glasgow to membership. But the Pulitzer Prize committee still has not recognized her existence. She had the misfortune to publish Barren Ground the same year that Sinclair Lewis published Arrowsmith which won the prize. In the next nine years the Pulitzer committee passed over three of her best books in favor of Bromfield's Early Autumn, La Farge's Laughing Boy, Stribling's The Store. Novelist Glasgow went right on writing, revising, perfecting the series of novels which she had projected at the beginning of the Century - "a social...
...dashes over from Connecticut to give the U. S. businessman's point of view; he talks to Lanny about sex and a career, and to Basil Zaharoff about armaments, oil, and what wires to pull. They go to a great-many conferences-San Remo, Spa, Cannes, Genoa-where Sinclair introduces vignettes of Steffens, Mussolini, Litvinoff, and a sweet-tempered scorching of Harding's Roman Ambassador, Richard Washburn Child...
...Electric Historoscope. The history is cursory but abundant and palatable; the excursions into art and love combine "progressive" views with a captivating boyishness. The book is perhaps above all impressive as a demonstration that an almost moronic cheerfulness is not necessarily the foe of intelligence and sincerity, of which Sinclair has plenty. The '20s were a crazy, tragicomic incubator of a catastrophic future. Sinclair makes that, and the grim lines which sharpen their terrible convergence a few years later, perfectly clear. He also makes his whole 859-page canvas as shamelessly ingratiating as a barroom nude...