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Traditional radio drama is also getting a wider airing on NPR. The network broadcast Babbitt, Sinclair Lewis' novel of Main Street shenanigans, complete with music, sound effects and a cast of 34 readers, including Ed Asner (as George Babbitt), Richard Dreyfuss, Amy Irving and John Lithgow. Among future projects: Arthur Kopit's play Oh Dad, Poor Dad, Momma's Hung You in the Closet and I'm Feeling So Sad and muckraking novelist Frank Norris' McTeague. Asner, who was paid a mere $2,300 for his work, which stretched over nine months, finds it satisfying nonetheless. Says he: "I grew...
...diary, Mencken tells the story of this group--his interactions with them, their personal foibles, their hypocrisies, and his fascination with all of the above. He recounts anecdotes about his friends and enemies with equal glee--one moment excoriating Theodore Dreiser, Sinclair Lewis and F. Scott Fitzgerald as washed-up old drunks, the next extolling their work...
Blue Velvet (1986). Deadpan humor and deadpan violence in small-town America. If Sinclair Lewis and Mickey Spillane had collaborated on a Sandra Dee movie, they might have created a dreamscape something like writer-director David Lynch's -- vivid, dislocating, utterly original...
...world stage for the first time," Wolfe writes, apparently forgetting such pre-1930s writers as Mark Twain, Henry James, Stephen Crane and Theodore Dreiser. He adds that while five of the first six American Nobel laureates in literature were what he describes as realistic novelists (Pearl Buck, Sinclair Lewis, William Faulkner, Ernest Hemingway and John Steinbeck), by the '60s young writers and intellectuals regarded their kind of realism as "an embarrassment...
...learned the printing trade in those years and also the discipline of small-town culture, so burdensome to Minnesota writer Sinclair Lewis but only occasionally irritating to me. I often took my place feeding the ink-caked flatbed press that would lunge back and forth printing the pages. Each press run took nearly three hours, sheet by sheet. There was no escape. All eyes bored into my back. Patience was required, craftsmanship demanded, good humor expected. On hot summer nights, after taking the papers to the post office, I would stand with my Uncle John at the makeup stone...