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I have often regarded Sinclair Lewis as one of my all-time favorite writers, and he has had a profound influence on my own work. Reading "Kingsblood Royal" has enabled me to have a better understanding of what precisely I find so admirable about his writing. It's not that I consider this to be his most outstanding book; rather, it's just easier to analyze because it's one of his later works. By this stage, he is well aware of his best techniques (always some variation on allowing the pompous to self-destruct), and he employs them effortlessly, albeit somewhat predictably. This book represents Sinclair Lewis in his purest form. It is broad, unsubtle, and overdone. If he has a point to convey, he makes it, and it remains made. No plot twist is left unforeshadowed, and no minor flaw is left unamplified. However, despite all of this, he is still a writer of remarkable subtlety and sensitivity. Somehow, he manages to balance all that boisterous satire with beautiful, quiet moments. His characters never feel completely "real," precisely speaking, but they do feel "relevant." They seem timeless. They may be silly and vain, and their dialogue is often "appalling" (Lewis' portrayal of female dialogue always comes across as stilted, and I thought Sophie was particularly bad in this book). But when he is at his best (as with Neil Kingsblood's internalized angst, which persists for most of the first three-quarters of the book), he is truly great. I generally read Lewis more for the craftsmanship than the content. Nevertheless, I did think that in "Kingsblood Royal," Lewis handled some very challenging material with considerable grace. Was it contrived? Yes. Was it a bit silly in places? Certainly. But overall, it was still very well done.