(Reprinted from the Chicago Center for Literature and Photography [cclapcenter.com:]. I am the original author of this essay, as well as the owner of CCLaP; it is not being reprinted illegally.)"Whenever you hear a prominent American called a 'Fascist,' you can usually make up your mind that the ...
Small-town America. Ah, the scent of pine. The musty ramshackle old hardware store. But what is this? Something amiss in one of these romanticized burgs? Something dark and sinister? "I never imagined something like this would happen in our town," says the half-toothless talking head on the six o...
3.5 stars. Let me preface this review by stating that I really wanted to love this work. It has sat on my to-read shelf a little too long, but when I finally decided to read it I did not find anything particularly fantastic about the work. While I have other Sinclair Lewis books on my to-read she...
The admiration of Kenneth Escott made him aware of Verona. She had become secretary to Mr. Gruensberg of the Gruensberg Leather Company; she did her work with the thoroughness of a mind which reveres details and never quite understands them; but she was one of the people who give an agitating...
