I took along Sinclair Lewis’ novel It Can’t Happen Here on the plane to Austin, Texas this weekend. But I think I may have left it on the plane. I can’t say I am too upset. I am a huge fan of Sinclair Lewis, but this one wasn’t really doin’ it for me. He published the novel in 1935 and he imagines an anti-semetic fascist on the left winning the Democratic nomination over FDR. For those that think this sounds familar might be thinking of Philip Roth’s The Plot Against America which had a similar set-up (published fifty some years after the Lewis book, this is the only Roth book I actually like). I think the lack of subtlety is what made me get kind of bored with this Lewis novel.
So, losing this particular book did not upset me much.
I highly recommend Sinclair Lewis. Just not this title. Go for one of his truly great books like Main Street, Arrowsmith, Dodsworth, or Babbitt.