The things that Lewis satirized in his novels and stories are still very much present in our society today.

There is still the prevalent notion that business is sacred and that wealth is something to be worshipped. Workers are often made to feel that they should be grateful just to have a job, regardless of the working conditions or pay. The idea that labor organizing is a sin persists, despite the fact that it is a fundamental right for workers to come together and advocate for better treatment.

Moreover, people are still expected to blindly believe what they are told, without questioning or seeking the truth. And unfortunately, there is still a tendency among some to suspect immigrants of having treasonous ideas, based solely on their nationality or background.

It is truly disheartening to realize that, nearly a century after Lewis's works were first published, we haven't actually made as much progress as we might have hoped. We still have a long way to go in challenging these outdated and harmful观念 and creating a more just and equitable society for all.

A truly fantastic and fantastically objective exploration of a complex and tragic figure is presented here. Sinclair Lewis, for whom the trappings of success seemed to mock his social satire. He was prone to hack work, which likely led to his ever-decreasing stature. It seems likely that he had an influence on fellow Minnesotans, the Coen Brothers. This can possibly be evidenced by the characters in their works. For example, in "Fargo", William H. Macy's character is a perfect embodiment of Babbitt. And in "Barton Fink", John Goodman's working man mocks Fink's pretensions to write for the masses, whether politically, profitably, or both. However, this is just a thesis that I don't have the time to prove. Feel free to steal it if you like. At any rate, Lingeman writes like the kind of friend who won't buy into a pal's self-deception. The result is a view of Lewis' life and work that is obscured by neither stars nor knives. Now, go and read "Babbitt". Written in 1922, it seems that all that's missing from the 21st Century is the cubicle.