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Sinclair Lewis May Be Ripe For A Revival; His Books Raise Several Interesting Issues Of Art And Fashion.

Writing Novels Is An Essentially Amateur Activity.

Sometimes, A Novel Is Like A Train: The First Chapter Is A Comfortable Seat In An Attractive Carriage, And The Narrative Speeds Up. But There Are Other Sorts Of Trains, And Other Sorts Of Novels. They Rush By In The Dark; Passengers Framed In The Lighted Windows Are Smiling And Enjoying Themselves.

Twenty-five, He Was. Twenty-five Tomorrow. Some Years The Snow Had Melted For His Birthday, But Not This Year, And So It Had Been A Long Winter Full Of Cows.

Another Thing I Learned Is That Novels, Even Those From Apparently Distant Times And Places, Remain Current And Enlightening, And Also Comforting.