Novelist Harry Sinclair Lewis satirized middle-class America in his 22 works, including Babbitt (1922) and Elmer Gantry (1927) and first received a Nobel Prize for literature in 1930.
Middle-class values and materialism attach unthinking George F. Babbitt, the narrow-minded, self-satisfied main character person in the novel of Sinclair Lewis.
People awarded "his vigorous and graphic art of description and his ability to create, with wit and humor, new types of characters."
He knowingly, insightfully, and critically viewed capitalism and materialism between the wars. People respect his strong characterizations of modern women.
Henry Louis Mencken wrote, "[If] there was ever a novelist among us with an authentic call to the trade...it is this red-haired tornado from the Minnesota wilds."
Babbitt is perhaps the first comic novel of mid-life crisis. It shows Lewis at his most Dickens-like, creating prototypical American characters that live on in cultural mythology.
The issue is this: How does an imperfect male human being, knowing his flaws only too well, make his way in an equally flawed society - without sacrificing either his own integrity or his ability to participate in that society? Lewis answer: Essentially he can't. Everything is irrational compromise.
Plato's Socrates came to the same conclusion in the Republic. It is also the inevitability posed by Camus in his letters. It was the third century Christian theologian Tertullian who came up with the most precise formulation: Credo quia absurdum est, I believe in it because it is absurd.
Babbitt's middle class American life is an absurdity. That he comes to terms with this absurdity is his, and our, only hope. Highly recommended as literary therapy during the reign of Donald Trump... or to understand where Philip Roth finds much of his inspiration.
(Book 722 From 1001 Books) - Babbitt, Sinclair Lewis (1885 - 1951)
In the fall of 1920, Sinclair Lewis began a novel set in a fast-growing city with the heart and mind of a small town. For the center of his cutting satire of American business he created the bustling, shallow, and myopic George F. Babbitt, the epitome of middle-class mediocrity. The novel cemented Lewis's prominence as a social commentator.
Babbitt basks in his pedestrian success and the popularity it has brought him. He demands high moral standards from those around him while flirting with women, and he yearns to have rich friends while shunning those less fortunate than he. But Babbitt's secure complacency is shattered when his best friend is sent to prison, and he struggles to find meaning in his hollow life. He revolts, but finds that his former routine is not so easily thrown over.
It always amazes me how human nature does not change.
This book was written in and about the 1920's but except for some anachronistic language, could have been written today. This was also a fun glimpse at Prohibition era America. Lewis was spot on in many of his characterizations and was an astute observer of human nature.
This should be on a list of books that everyone should read.
Babbitt reminds me of Pink Floyd's Comfortably Numb - we spin a cocoon of "becoming" around ourselves and go about our life...but as time goes by the cocoon is not transformative, but binding. At some point in everyone's life the cocoon of what we wanted to "become" becomes the web that traps who we "are". For most of us 'Comfortably Numb' sneaks up through the decades; only then do we realize our "butterfly summer" passed by us long ago. Babbitt is the 'everyman' who never ponders this: a Socratic warning to examine your life before the living becomes worthless.
The Publisher Says: Prosperous and socially prominent, George Babbitt appears to have everything. But when a personal crisis forces the middle-aged real estate agent to reexamine his life, Babbitt mounts a rebellion that jeopardizes everything he values. Widely considered Sinclair Lewis' greatest novel, this satire remains an ever-relevant tale of an individual caught in the machinery of modern life.
An even better sales copy is on the Buns and Nubile edition's jacket: In the small midwestern city of Zenith, George Babbitt seems to have it all: a successful real-estate business, a devoted wife, three children, and a house with all the modern conveniences. Yet, dissatisfied and lonely, he鈥檚 begun to question the conformity, consumerism, and competitiveness of his conservative, and ultimately cultureless middle-class community. His despairing sense that something, many things are missing from his life leads him into a flirtation with liberal politics and a fling with an attractive and seemingly "bohemian鈥� widow. But he soon finds that his attempts at rebellion may cost more than he is willing to pay.
The title of Sinclair Lewis鈥檚 1922 satire on American materialism added a new word to our vocabulary. "Babbittry鈥� has come to stand for all that鈥檚 wrong with a world where the pursuit of happiness means the procurement of things鈥攁 world that substitutes "stuff鈥� for "soul.鈥� Some twenty years after Babbitt鈥檚 initial success, critics called Lewis dated and his fiction old-fashioned. But these judgments have come to seem like wishful thinking. With Babbitry evident all around us, the novel is more relevant than ever.
My Review: This was a book circle read from the 1990s. That wasn't my first time reading the book, and it's well worth re-reading even now.
Poor Babbitt, saddled with that horrible word as an epitaph! Even in Auntie Mame, the most effervescent and light-hearted of romps, Mame excoriates Patrick by by calling him a "beastly, Babbitty snob." And yes, George starts out that way, Babbitty and shallow and consumerist and uncultured and jingoistic. He flirts with enlightenment, though, lest we forget! He grows and changes in his inner life throughout the novel! The implication of calling someone Babbitty or referring to cutural Babbittry presupposes they can't or won't change, and that's what the novel is about! My mother, whose copy I read, told me it was about how middle-aged men go crazy and run off the rails.
I wonder....
But in this specific day and time, this horrible moment when CEOs make over 1000 times what the people who do the work earn, this book is a must-read.
"Well, if that鈥檚 what you call being at peace, for heaven鈥檚 sake just warn me before you go to war, will you?"
Well, Babbitt is the American idea at peace. And it constitutes a warning that we should be taking seriously! Either my memory is getting more and more nostalgic, or Sinclair Lewis nailed it over and over again, in the same frustrating way Atwood and Orwell did: by seeing the ugliness before it existed to its full extent. Beware of good-natured American ambition. It's a killer! And beware even more of its twin, American morality! It's a sinner!
Given that Babbitt was published in 1922, I expected to travel back in time and experience life of the 1920s. I expected to be transported to a different era. I expected to be greeted by a foreign world. And, instead, I mostly felt firmly planted in modern day. Yes, it is true that the language and manner of speaking is different. It鈥檚 鈥渂y golly鈥� this and 鈥渂y gosh鈥� that. But, the themes and all of the satire still speak to the human experience of modern day. And in that way, I found the novel to be surprisingly contemporary.
Sinclair Lewis takes a critical look at the life of a white middle aged man in small town America, and makes fun of just about everything one could possibly make fun of. The futile one-up-manship. The desire to fit in. The attempts and failures of self-control. The pretentiousness. The hypocrisy. The lack of individual thought. The intense conformity. And through it all, a pervading sense of insecurity, uneasiness, and boredom. Is this all that life has to offer?
Even though Sinclair Lewis clearly uses Babbitt as his primary vehicle for satire throughout the entire novel, he simultaneously made Babbitt a complete and full-fledged character. A believable human character, and not an absurd caricature, which is what tends to happen in satires. I found Babbitt to be a likeable character, an endearing one, for despite all of his flaws and all of his unhappiness with middle class, suburban life, Babbitt always seemed to have an optimism about him, a certain childlike innocence. He never despaired. He had his moments of pure joy. And I loved that about him.
The satire in this novel was perfect. I couldn鈥檛 count the number of times I laughed while reading this book. And when I say that the satire was perfect, I mean, it was funny, real, and relatable in a way that you could laugh at yourself if you saw yourself in Babbitt. The satire was not biting or caustic, because when satire is overly harsh, it doesn鈥檛 work as a vehicle for social change. When it is overly harsh, you are just laughing at other people. That鈥檚 just mean, and they aren't necessarily going to change just because you are laughing at them. If you see any bit of yourself in whatever is being satirized and the satire is too harsh, you end up staunchly defending yourself rather than laughing and being open-minded to change. If the point of satire is to nudge us to change ourselves, to allow us to see how ridiculous we are, then it can鈥檛 be overly harsh. And from that point, I thought Babbitt as a satire was perfect in allowing us to laugh at ourselves.
This is a love/hate thing. In Sinclair Lewis鈥檚 previous novel Main Street there is more love than hate and in Babbitt it鈥檚 the other way round. He does hate George Babbitt for all his boorishness, his complacency, his wretched kneejerk reactionary rightwing politics, his pallid marriage, his blaring friends, his ridiculous slang, his stupid stupidity, but by the end, by the time George has been pulled through a couple of hedges backwards, you can see he loves him a bit too.
This novel is about two things 鈥� the horribleness of American material acquisitive claustrophobic class-ridden unfettered capitalist life and George Babbitt鈥檚 miserable crisis at age 46 and how he goes off the rails and gets back on them.
A REGULAR GUY
Of a decent man in Zenith it was required that he should belong to one, preferably two or three, of the innumerable 鈥渓odges鈥� and prosperity-boosting lunch-clubs : to the Rotarians, the Kiwanis, or the Boosters; to the odd Fellows, Moose, Masons, Red Men, Woodmen, Owls, Eagles, Maccabees, Knights of Pythias鈥� It was the thing to do.
This novel features several frankly overdetailed satirical descriptions of these hearty braying get-togethers. As we wend our way to the middle of the novel we have still not detected much of a plot, just a whole lot of fun being made of old George. Eventually it dawns on him : he isn鈥檛 happy.
We are not short of tales of drab regular guys trying to bust out of their straightjacketed lives :
Pennies from Heaven by Dennis Potter Freedom by Jonathan Franzen The movie American Beauty
And Updike, Ford, Roth, on and on. Guys love this stuff! Babbitt is Mr Midlife Crisis 1921.
Sinclair Lewis loves to tell us just how sad George鈥檚 life has been, in spite of all his hectic capering jolly boosterism :
In twenty-three years of married life he had peered uneasily at every graceful ankle, every soft shoulder; in thought he had treasured them; but not once had he hazarded respectability by adventuring.
The grim realities are summed up in this devastating sentence about his wife :
For years she had been bored by anything more affectionate than a farewell kiss, and yet she was hurt by any slackening in his irritable periodic interest
Now that鈥檚 a gut punch for you. 鈥淚rritable鈥濃€� brilliant!
HOW GEORGE GOT MARRIED
It happened by accident. He palled around with this fellow student.
Of love there was no talk between them鈥�. And Myra was distinctly a Nice Girl 鈥� one didn鈥檛 kiss her, one didn鈥檛 鈥渢hink about her that way at all鈥� unless one was going to marry her. But she was a dependable companion鈥�
And he find out to his horror that she assumes they are engaged! And he doesn鈥檛 have the heart to say they aren鈥檛 or that he doesn鈥檛 love her. How horrible!
WHAT FUN
Sinclair Lewis can zing some devastating lines when you aren鈥檛 expecting it :
He accepted Overbrook鈥檚 next plaintive invitation, for an evening two weeks off. A dinner two weeks off, even a family dinner, never seems so appalling, till the two weeks have astoundingly disappeared and one comes dismayed to the ambushed hour.
He wandered home and found his wife radiant with the horrified interest we have in the tragedies of our friends.
TWO THINGS ABOUT THE 1920S
They thought drunk driving was not a problem.
With his other faculties blurred he yet had the motorist鈥檚 gift of being able to drive when he could scarcely walk
And鈥�. They had young female manicurists working in men鈥檚 barber parlors. I thought that was strange. So guys had their nails done after they had a shave & haircut. I don鈥檛 think guys do that anymore.
TWO THINGS SINCLAIR LEWIS DID NOT TELL ME
When old George Babbitt does find himself a lady friend, I could not figure if we were supposed to assume the relationship was merely platonic (a lot of drinking and dancing, a little bit of kissing) or something more. I was frustrated! Tell me, Sinclair!
And 鈥� all these white middle class types loved jazz and cocked a snook at 鈥渓onghaired鈥� music (classical!). But were they listening to Fletcher Henderson or Paul Whiteman 鈥� the black originals or the white ripoff merchants? The musicologist in me wanted to know.
GEORGE鈥橲 EPIPHANY
It was coming to him that perhaps all life as he knew it and vigorously practiced it was futile; that heaven鈥as neither probable nor very interesting; that he hadn鈥檛 much pleasure out of making money; that it was of doubtful worth to rear children merely that they might rear children who would rear children.
THE WRAP UP
Sinclair Lewis wrote four Big Ones 鈥� Main Street (it exhausted me but I finally did love it), Babbitt, Elmer Gantry (I saw the movie 鈥� what a brilliant performance by Burt Lancaster) and It Can鈥檛 Happen Here (about a fascist takeover of the USA 鈥� sounds interesting). Well, that鈥檚 four more big ones than a lot of novelists I could think of. In the end, although Babbitt was a pain in the neck a lot of the time, and there was way too much laughing-at-the-zoo-animals about it, I ended up finding just enough compassion in it for a final four stars. But I鈥檓 not sure I鈥檓 recommending it to you goodreaders. I don鈥檛 think you鈥檇 come back and thank me.
I loved Sinclair's Main Street and am very happy to say Babbitt was just as enjoyable. This novel is timeless despite the fact much has changed - both socially and politically - since its first publication in 1922. The core messages remain as poignant today as they were then. Sinclair Lewis is a phenomenal satirist and wordsmith. Narrator Grover Gardner is a personal favorite of mine and (imho) was the perfect choice as the voice of Babbitt. Tremendous job.
Well, folks, I tried to read Babbitt for about two weeks now and today, I threw in the towel.
It is set in the Prohibition era in the 1920s. George Babbitt is a real estate dealer who is very proud of his middle class life and his automobile. He has a lack-lustre marriage but derives consolation from a solid friendship with Paul Riesling, his old college chum, and the satisfaction of making money. At the point when I quit this story, Babbitt has risen to become a Prominent Citizen in Zenith, supposedly a stereotypical city in the US.
I think I get the drift of this novel acting as a commentary on the emptiness of materialism. It is intended to be a satire of American suburban middle class life. Often times, Babbitt feels 鈥榯riumphantly wealthy but perilously poor.鈥� The story is very slow moving and I find it well nigh impossible to share Babbitt's excitement in real estate and his showy fondness for oration. Neither can I connect with him or any of the other characters. Babbit read like the valley of dry bones.
At 10%, I wanted to quit. At 49%, I still wanted to quit. So I shall. Sorry, Mr. Lewis.
I don't think there was anyone in the 1920s who would have believed that this book would be completely forgotten. By all accounts, it was destined to be a classic critical novel of the American experience. You can't read anything about the '20s and '30s that doesn't comment on Babbitt (sold 130,000 copies its first year, HL Mecken loved it, it won Lewis a Nobel Prize). Calling someone a "Babbitt" was considered an insult and the phrase became a constant topic of conversation in the media and literature.
Yet, here we are 80 years later, and you've probably never heard of the term or the book. Even English and history teachers pretend it doesn't exist. I don't know why, it's insightful and funny. Perhaps it's because the biting satire of American suburban middle class life cuts deeper now than it did then. We prefer the glamour of Fitzgerald's jazz age to the notion that "the American Dream" is more often pursued and achieved with painful earnestness by unaware buffoons than anyone else.
The book is a little tough to get into at first because of the '20s style newspaper-speak, but get through it--it's worth it. It doesn't matter if the book is old or out of style, at its core it's about the fight against conformity and a critique of what Thoreau called the "life of quiet desperation."
George F. Babbitt is the perfect encapsulation of the myth of the self-made American man. As we all know, the American Dream only really applies to bullish, rule-breaking, money-obsessed, morally loose, emotionally shrunken borderline psychotics, and Babbitt meets these criteria and then some. This quintessential novel of the Roaring Twenties is a rollicking powerhouse that exquisitely nails down the natty nuances of speech, the strange, affected cadences of the pep-powered peoples in a decade that set the blueprint for the rampage of cutthroat capitalism that followed. There are no shortage of satirical, excoriating novels exposing the hypocrisy of republican values and the essentially autocratic 鈥渄emocracy鈥� of the States, but this rootin鈥�-tootin鈥� firebrand has to be among the funniest, most quotable, and most blistering.
Clearly, should be viewed as a criticism of conformity, consumerism and materialism. Tell me, today, is there anyone who would not support such criticism?! I have no complaint whatsoever with the message, although it is today no big news. To get the message across, readers must, however, spend time with George F. Babbitt, and time spent with him is not pleasant.
This book led to the creation of a new word鈥攂abbitt. A babbitt is defined as a materialistic, complacent, and conformist businessman.
In this book we follow George F. Babbitt for two years. He lives in the fictious midwestern town of Zenith. At the start he is forty-six, married and has three children, ages twenty-two, seventeen and ten.
One might easily classify this book as simply being about a man鈥檚 midlife crisis, which I find rather a bore. It has been done before.
One might also say it is a critique of the American Dream. Published in 1922 the time was ripe for such disillusionment.
The book is filled with details, tedious details about the most unessential of things. Remember, the book is a critique of materialism. I simply am not enthralled by a description of office water fountains, even if they are the newest of the new, gleaming and efficient, or a modern high-tech alarm clock beside Babbitt鈥檚 bed or the expensive cigar lighter he splurges on for his car. He tells us and himself, over and over, that he is not going to smoke anymore! Much is repeated, and conversations are empty. They are in fact supposed to be empty; that is the point. The book is a critique of the middle class life Babbitt and all those around him were living. You could say the book does what is sets out to do too well. Listening to the empty drivel is nauseating. On top of the excessive detail and the empty talk, one must also deal with George Babbitt, and he is so very full of himself, I personally wanted to wring his neck.
Now, I hope you understand why I so dislike the book, despite that it relays a message that is valid.
There is not one character to admire. They all made me sick. Women are as empty headed as the men. At one point, Babbitt has misgivings about the life he is living. This made me happy鈥擨 was happy because he was unhappy. Isn鈥檛 that crazy?!
The only thing that haunts me is that since the book manages to annoy me as much as it does, obviously, it has gotten its message across.
The audiobook is narrated by Grover Gardener. He gets across the book鈥檚 message extremely well. His narration fits the book perfectly. Five stars I have given his narration.
How I loved reading this book! The humoresque style in which it is told. It' a twenties story but actually very actual about a middleclass estate agent who is confronted with midlife crisis and something as a burnout. He wants to be popular, wants to do everything for it. His social staus is very important for him and his wife. But he climbs high and falls low and then understands that only self-relevation is the answer to life. The book never becomes dull. You have to laugh with Babbitt's trying to please everyone and his aching for a high social status. It's often hilarious but also you sometimes feel sorry for him. It's a great book! One of my favourites.
I really enjoyed Babbitt about a character who starts out as a middle-class real estate agent who has his brief moment of glory before being humbled by life, and passing through a phase of empathy with the working class, regains his position in the hierarchy. It is well-written and interesting as a portrayal of the midwestern American bourgeois at the turn of the century and just after WWI. It was more or less this book that won him the Nobel Prize for Literature, well-deserved I believe. Very readable, it proposes an archetype that, although somewhat forgotten today, described the average salesman personality of passive machismo and alcoholism.
Actually, I read this as part of a self-oriented challenge to read a few of the "1001 Books You Must Read Before You Die" list; like the ones I've chosen so far it turned out to be a fine novel, one with more than a lot of relevance to our modern world considering it was written in the 1920s.
George F. Babbitt is a real estate agent in Zenith, a Midwestern city of of "towers of steel and cement and limestone" where the population has grown to "practically 362,000." While anyone visiting its business center would be hard pressed to distinguish it from other major cities, George finds every inch of it "individual and stirring." He is married, has two children, and is above all wrapped up in his community standing. He belongs to a number of civic organizations, most prominently, the Zenith Boosters鈥� Club, where his like-minded, middle-class associates bow to the gods of business, money and progress and work to keep out any elements that they believe might possibly upset their collective and lucrative apple carts.
George lives in a modern house with the latest technologies, belongs to a church, plays golf, and his opinions are shaped by the institutions and people with whom he associates and his political party. Underneath his public persona, however, he's starting to think that perhaps there's something missing, that he's not "entirely satisfied." George has an ongoing and secret dream fantasy of a "fairy child" who will help him to escape to places 鈥渕ore romantic than scarlet pagodas by a silver sea,鈥� but the dreams are short lived; when daybreak comes it's back to more practical things. One of his old college buds and best friend, Paul Riesling, dreamed of becoming a concert violinist, but he too has jettisoned his dreams and has become a member of Zenith's middle-class business community. Unlike Babbitt, however, he is not afraid to confide his personal dissatisfaction: he's bored, his wife Zilla is a constant nag who makes him unhappy enough to have affairs, and he has come to the realization that in the business world, "all we do is cut each other's throats and make the public pay for it." Paul is the only one of Babbitt's associates that recognizes the need for responsibility -- something that Babbitt and his other cronies don't get. When Paul's problems with Zilla come to a head and he literally can no longer take it, he snaps -- and his actions and their consequences send Babbitt into introspective mode where he comes to realize that his way of life has been "incredibly mechanical:"
"Mechanical business -- a brisk selling of badly built houses. Mechanical religion -- a dry, hard church, shut off from the real life of the streets, inhumanly respectable as a top-hat. Mechanical golf and dinner-parties and bridge and conversation. Save with Paul Riesling, mechanical friendships -- back-slapping and jocular, never daring to essay the test of quietness."
prodding George into full-on rebellion.
I won't say any more -- the novel is an excellent piece of satire on conformity and middle-class culture, business or otherwise. It is set in a time when unions, Socialism and any other form of organization among workers constituted a perceived threat to the American way of life; a time when the "American way of settling labor-troubles was for workmen to trust and love their employers." As Lewis remarks on an organization called the Good Citizens' League, the members of this group believed that
"the working-classes must be kept in their place ... that American Democracy did not imply any equality of wealth, but did demand a wholesome sameness of thought, dress, painting, morals and vocabulary."
There is also a very purposeful delineation of class in this novel, and Lewis has a way of juxtaposing one against the other in well-crafted scenes. The above-mentioned tedious minutiae which I wanted to end while my head was pounding with the flu also has a purpose that is not readily apparent, but which gains in importance over the course of the novel. Obviously there's much more to it, and there are some hefty critiques and reviews to be found where perhaps more can be gleaned.
It is rather difficult to read, I suspect, under the best of conditions, so if you are contemplating it as a choice from the 1001 books you must read, my advice is not to give up. The book is constructed as a series of events and vignettes that eventually all come together in an ending which was not so predictable yet powerful, at least for me. Recommended -- but take your time with it.
'Babbitt' by Sinclair Lewis has dated vocabulary which was common to Babbitt's class of Midwestern businessmen of the 1920's, but there is nothing dated about the book's themes! Frankly, it is shocking that I can see almost no change of attitudes in the social class Lewis is focusing on in the novel even though this book was written in 1922.
From the Barnes and Noble edition's book cover:
"In the small midwestern city of Zenith, George Babbitt seems to have it all: a successful real-estate business, a devoted wife, three children, and a house with all the modern conveniences. Yet, dissatisfied and lonely, he鈥檚 begun to question the conformity, consumerism, and competitiveness of his conservative, and ultimately cultureless middle-class community. His despairing sense that something, many things are missing from his life leads him into a flirtation with liberal politics and a fling with an attractive and seemingly "bohemian鈥� widow. But he soon finds that his attempts at rebellion may cost more than he is willing to pay. "
Readers should note Lewis writes from the viewpoint of his characters, slyly exposing their ugly social-class prejudices and the casual cruelties of their tunnel vision. Of course, these people see nothing wrong in how they live or what they believe. Everyone they associate themselves with enforces their beliefs. The main characters live inside an echo chamber of parroted slogans.They trod a narrow path of judgemental righteousness dependent on a lockstepped white middle-class conservative conventionality. There is obvious racism, anti-Jewish rhetoric, and a scorn of the working-class and their efforts to form unions. Women are dull-eyed married matrons or "fast" in their eyes. Elite-university educations are suspicious since those possessing such an education might mean a lack of support in the self-serving sensibilities of these American Chamber of Commerce/Protestant church members. People who come back from trips to Europe are seen as possibly infected with European-style male 'effeminacy' - an interest in abnormal Art or Music. However, there is complete obliviousness of their own class's prejudices and faults.
The shallow conformity and social group-think is enforced by a threat of shunning and loss of financial opportunities. Successful integration into business group norms is rewarded with respect and inclusion, with invites to mens' clubs.
Will Babbitt climb out of the deep valley of narrow perspectives?
The novel covers the same territory as . goes there as well. Being a round square cog trying to fit into a square round hole can work - or maybe not. It depends on if one is able to file down those edges of who you really are, gentle reader, and what you are willing to give up to fit. Rewards can be great, or miniscule. Of course, moving from a social class to another social class has often been made impossibly ruinous by involved people. Not to mention the raw evil of using prejudices or power to unjustly destroy people who have the temerity of wanting to leave a group because of the implied criticism that entails.
George F. Babbitt chiede di essere iscritto nella lista dei protagonisti improbabili (ed indimenticabili), di fianco a Morris Bober e William Stoner. Con una traduzione magnificamente 芒g茅e Liliana Scalero restituisce il ritratto di un uomo che come i personaggi di Williams e Malamud non ha nessun talento da regalare ai propri lettori. Sinclair Lewis non intende barare sulla questione e lo presenta cos矛:
Il suo nome era George F. Babbitt. Aveva compiuto quarantasei anni ora, nell'aprile del 1920, e non fabbricava nulla di speciale: n茅 burro, n茅 scarpe, n茅 poesia, ma era abile nella professione di vender case ad un prezzo superiore a quello che la gente poteva pagare.
Chi ha spernacchiato Stoner 猫 meglio che scappi a gambe levate, il buon George 猫 privo anche dell鈥檃more per la letteratura che nutriva il professore. Per numerose pagine cercher脿 di mostrarsi l鈥檜omo di successo che vorrebbe essere frequentando club esclusivi, campi da golf e contornandosi di persone che incarnano il modo tipicamente americano di vedere il mondo, cio猫 un posto con delle regole che una lobby di uomini scaltri e predestinati, prima dettano e poi aggirano. Questi uomini sono coloro che si sentono in grado di creare una ricchezza che a loro avviso la maggior parte degli altri uomini non sarebbero in grado di creare, mescolano fede religiosa e sentimenti patriottici per occultare la loro avidit脿. Se non siete fra coloro che spernacchiarono Stoner, se avete continuato a leggere, se avete pi霉 di quarant鈥� anni, ecco che cosa ha in serbo George F. Babbitt per voi
Perch茅 un uomo si annoia con sua moglie, credi tu davvero che abbia il diritto di darle un calcio e squagliarsela, o ammazzarsi? Dio buono, non so quali 芦diritti禄 abbia l'uomo! E nemmeno so come ci si liberi dalla noia. Se lo sapessi, sarei l'unico filosofo che possiede la medicina per quella malattia che si chiama vita. Ma so che c'猫 forse dieci volte pi霉 gente di ci貌 che si crede, che trova la vita pesante, inutilmente pesante, e non vuole ammetterlo: e credo che se qualche volta ci sfogassimo e lo confessassimo, invece di essere buoni, pazienti e fedeli per sessant'anni e poi buoni, pazienti e morti per il resto dell'eternit脿, forse la vita sarebbe un po' pi霉 divertente.
Babbitt 猫 scontento, vive il conflitto fra ci貌 che la sua posizione sociale gli impone e la libert脿 che agognerebbe, oscilla fra considerare la propria famiglia una benedizione e un fardello. Il rapporto con la moglie si 猫 inevitabilmente usurato con il passare degli anni
Pens貌 a sua moglie. - Se soltanto, se soltanto non fosse cos矛 maledettamente rassegnata a diventare vecchia e posata. No! Non voglio! Non voglio tornare! Fra tre anni avr貌 cinquant'anni. Fra tredici anni, sessanta. Voglio godermi un po' la vita, prima che sia troppo tardi. Non me ne importa niente! Lo voglio!
Metto Babbit nella lista di cui aveva chiesto di far parte, a fianco per貌 non c鈥櫭� posto, devo metterlo un rigo pi霉 in basso.
The Pulitzer Prize for Fiction - formerly the Pulitzer Prize for the Novel - has long been one of the most respectable and important accolades in American literature. It is, as we all know, awarded to the greatest literature (in the eyes of the jury) produced by an American author in the preceding year. Always has been. But the definition of great literature has changed a little over time, not just when it comes to vague perceptions, but even as regards explicit definitions. For example, in the 1920s, the Pulitzer Prize for the Novel was defined specifically, and uncontroversially, as being for:
the American novel published during the year which shall best present the wholesome atmosphere of American life, and the highest standard of American manners and manhood..
That definition is why Lewis' seventh novel, Main Street, despite being selected by the Pulitzer jury, was refused the prize (which went instead to the the less controversial The Age of Innocence). It's why Lewis, when his ninth novel, Arrowsmith, was finally offered the award, refused it in protest. And it's a pithy summation of everything that compelled Lewis to write his eight, and best-selling, novel, Babbitt.
[EDIT: turns out it's also why Babbitt in turn was selected by the jury but disqualified for unwholesomeness by the board. That time the prize went to Cather's One of Ours instead]
It's why it was controversial. And it's why it was a publishing phenomenon. It's why he won the Nobel Prize, and perhaps it's part of why he's steadily being forgotten. Sinclair Lewis was an insurgent in a war that ended long ago. It's not entirely clear whether he won.
For context, by the way: Lewis created a new genre and style of literature, he won the Nobel, and he sold a shitload of copies: two of his novels were the #1 best-selling novels of their year, a third was #2, and Babbitt itself haunted the top ten for two years in a row (getting its own dictionary entry in the process). Sinclair Lewis was to the 1920s what Gabriel Garc铆a M谩rquez and Tom Clancy would have been to the 1980s... if they had been the same person. This was a generation's One Hundred Years of Solitude and its Clear and Present Danger all rolled into one.
And you can read my meandering review of it
For those who don't have the time or energy to wade through that, here are some pros and cons...
PRO: - it's a highy informative, exhaustively researched, all-encompassing and painstakingly of-the-second survey of life in America in 1920 - the extent to which it mirrors and foreshadows modern life, not only in general outline but in many details, is genuinely unsettling and depressing - its an aggressive satire that is reliably amusing and occasionally hilarious - both intentionally and unintentionally, its use of 1920 slang and idiom is itself amusing, as well as fascinating, and perfectly fits its portrait of a swell and zippy he-America* manic with pep, zing, zest and zow - it may be the Ur-Text of the modern Literary Novel genre - it is at times, particularly in the second half, an affecting presentation of bourgeois anomie, anxiety, and captivity, as well as of existential dread
CON: - it may be the Ur-Text of the modern Literary Novel genre. It takes nothing-happening to an artform. Little exciting occurs, and most of that is in the second half - if it were a fantasy novel, you'd say the author was obsessed with worldbuilding and that the plot was hijacked by self-indulgent travelogue; 80% of the novel could be removed without greatly damaging the whole - since it is so of-its-second, between the slang and the fine nuances of social expectations in 1920, much of the impact of the novel has long since been lost - Lewis, Nobel aside, is not a particularly fine writer, in technical terms. He attempts a wry irony in the style of a Wodehouse or a Cabell, but isn't as good at it as they were, and he errs too often on the side of prolixity (I recently read Cabell's Jurgen, which covers much of the same ground with a similar style but in a fantasy setting, and which I suspect Lewis took as a model for Babbitt in some ways - but the older novel is both funnier and better than its social realist nephew) - he has, in particular, the grace and refinement of a jackhammer, and his approach to satirical irony is much like the approach to fine dining taken by a contestant in a no-holds-barred hotdog-eating contest. Obvious jokes/barbs are machine-gunned at the reader at an unyielding pace, and then repeated, and then explained, just to make sure you can't possibly fail to understand the meaning. Occasionally one hits the target; more often, the reader can appreciate the simple yet filling meat-by-product; and yet the sheer onslaught of it - while grimly, freakishly, impressive in its way - rather detracts from the reader's enjoyment of any particular bite
The result was something I enjoyed much more than I was expecting to (because it is funny and it does get more interesting as you go on), but less than I wanted to (because Lewis' intent in this book could have been executed much more succesfully). It is, however, a book that will stay with me: by the end, the genteel, all-swallowing fury of its satire has swelled to such a proportion that it is perhaps the perfect representation of vacuous modernity (how is a book able to be so exactly of its own particular moment and at the same time so continually applicable?) - now if only it had been able to present itself in the form of a compelling novel...
In the end, Babbitt is a novel that deserves its place in history, and deserves, and will reward, more readers with an interest in its era. On the other hand, to continue to put this on lists of the greatest novels of all time, as some do, is surely to betray a lack of knowledge of the breadth and heights of literature.
To put it briefly: if you want to only read good books that aren't a waste of time to read, you can certainly defend putting Babbitt on your list, particularly if you are interested either in its era or its themes, or if you are interested in the history of literature. But you could also certainly defend not having it on such a list, because (other than as part of a history project) it's not exactly a must-read.
*In the early 1920s, Americans added the prefix "he-" to words to indicate admiration and general awesomeness. Great literature, for instance, was real he-literature, a nice cup of coffee might be a real he-coffee. An advertising spiel telling people to learn martial arts (with one simple trick discovered by a Zenith housewife!) if they want to be he-men would be a real he-advertisement. This might seem absurd, ridiculous, laughable... until you go back and read the terms of the Pulitzer Prize for the Novel...
鈥�... si verific貌 un fenomeno rarissimo nella sua vita: dubit貌 della propria perfezione.鈥�
Dopo circa trent鈥檃nni dalla sua istituzione, nel 1930, il Nobel per la Letteratura fu assegnato per la prima volta ad uno scrittore statunitense: Sinclair Lewis. Nel discorso che tenne alla cerimonia disse:
"in America la maggior parte di noi 鈥� non solo i lettori, ma anche gli scrittori 鈥� ha ancora paura della letteratura che non 猫 glorificazione di tutto ci貌 che 猫 Statunitense, un'esaltazione dei nostri difetti cos矛 come delle nostre virt霉", e che gli Stati Uniti sono "il pi霉 contraddittorio, deprimente, emozionante Paese al mondo oggigiorno".
Questo fu un po鈥� il senso della sua opera. 鈥淏abbit鈥� (1922), in particolare, 猫 un romanzo satirico che ironizza sulla standardizzazione dello stile di vita americano.
La storia si svolge nell鈥檌mmaginaria citta di Zenith, nome che ci d脿 l鈥檈videnza di essere un luogo emblematico attraverso il quale osservare lo stile di vita ed il pensiero di molte altre citta statunitensi. George Babbit dirige un鈥檃genzia immobiliare, conduce una vita morigerata secondo gli standard accettati dalla sua comunit脿: una moglie, due figli, una casa arredata secondo il modello di molte altre, apparecchi elettronici di ultima generazione. Una vita vigilata e costretta dentro a rigidi paletti dietro cui nascondere le proprie insicurezze: il Dio del Progresso, l鈥橴niforme del Buon Borghese, l鈥檌mperativo del Produrre, l鈥橝more per l鈥橝utomobile (noto prolungamento della virilit脿), insomma un Buon Cittadino Americano ed una Buona Persona che, ovviamente, ha cieca fede nel Partito repubblicano con tutto ci貌 che ne consegue. A quarantasette anni 猫 totalmente immerso dalla consuetudine che basta poco a farlo dubitare. Una piccola inquietudine che, giorno dopo giorno, cresce finch猫 reclama di essere ascoltata e fa nascere il sospetto di non essere poi un Uomo cos矛 Riuscito.
Strutturato in trentaquattro brevi capitoli (come adoro i capitoli brevi!) pecca di qualche ripetizione ma sostanzialmente un ottimo romanzo che ci racconta la mediocrit脿 degli arrivisti rimasta tale e quale dopo cento anni. Sarebbe bello se Lewis fosse un rispolverato magari con una traduzioni pi霉 moderna...
"E allora successe la cosa incredibile; Babbitt brontol貌: - Come vorrei potergli dare un calcio e buttarlo in mezzo alla strada! E stare tutto il giorno a pancia all'aria! E stasera andare di nuovo da Gunch e bestemmiare come un turco e bere centonovantanove bottiglie di birra!"
Storia di un rivoluzionario domestico e della lunga strada per diventare nessuno.
Il suo 猫 un girare in tondo, un po' come il giro che ho fatto io per andare alla mia prima lezione di yoga quando non mi ero resa conto che la strada che avevo imboccato era circolare; ero convinta di essere arrivata chiss脿 dove, di aver percorso chilometri - cosa che in effetti avevo fatto! - senza per貌 rendermi conto di essere praticamente tornata al punto di partenza. "Georgie" Babbitt parte per una "lunga e tortuosa strada", cammina, si guarda intorno, gira, si perde, si ribella, si allontana, ma poi riconosce il paesaggio, si tranquillizza e parcheggia - definitivamente? - l'automobile.
Sinclair Lewis attraverso la descrizione dell'apparentemente banale vita di Babbitt trova il passo per criticare ferocemente la borghesia statunitense degli anni Venti, quella che si insedia in una societ脿 fondata sul benessere e sull'apparenza, in cui l'omologazione e la moralit脿 esteriore sono le parole d'ordine per una perfetta integrazione e assimilazione. Il Babbitt che incontriamo all'inizio del romanzo ne 猫 l'esemplare pi霉 riuscito: pingue quarantaseienne, mediatore immobiliare, marito esemplare, padre di tre figli, perfettamente integrato nella comunit脿 della citt脿 di Zenith, citt脿 modello simbolo degli Stati Uniti di quegli anni, gira a bordo della sua automobile, quando in citt脿 sono ancora in pochi ad averla, con l'unico scopo di essere ben visto e di concludere affari ben remunerati. In fondo, come molti, come la maggior parte dei frequentatori dell'esclusivo circolo dei Booster di cui fa parte, a lui interessa solo il proprio orticello e salvare le apparenze. Eppure, ad un certo punto, qualcosa si incrina, e lui, il nostro Babbitt, comincia ad annaspare, a boccheggiare come un pesce rosso tirato fuori dalla boccia.
Lewis tocca tutte le corde mutando via via che la storia si dipana i sentimenti di Babbitt e quelli del lettore: se all'inizio l'incedere 猫 spedito - raccontavo nel GdL che a me veniva da leggerlo con lo stesso tono di voce degli storici Cinegiornale dell'Istituto Luce - satirico, umoristico e anche leggermente irritante - Babbitt 猫 il ritratto della mediocrit脿, un uomo in fondo piccolo piccolo - man mano che si va avanti nella lettura si comincia ad insinuare il dubbio che la storia non possa proseguire con lo stesso registro, ed infatti subentrano lentamente piccoli lampi di comprensione, piccoli gesti che avvicinano Babbitt a noi fino a rendercelo pi霉 simile e a spingerci a fare il tifo per lui. 脠 talmente umano da sentire una grande tenerezza di fronte ai suoi tentativi di ribellarsi e di dare una svolta alla propria vita, talmente umano che forse nei suoi fallimenti e nel suo conformismo ciascuno di noi non deve fare alcuno sforzo per trovare qualcosa di s茅 e dei sogni ai quali ha dovuto, voluto o creduto di rinunciare; forse, proprio per questo, alla fine associare a delusione e compassione un sorriso di circostanza, con il quale passare idealmente il testimone alla nuova generazione, 猫 la conclusione pi霉 naturale.
Bella scoperta Lewis, cos矛 come una bella scoperta 猫 stato sapere che si tratta del Premio Nobel per la Letteratura del 1930! Insomma, lo sapevo gi脿 di ignorare tante cose, ma alle volte sono veramente spossata: meno male che c'猫 Americana Contemporanea!
芦Allora Babbitt, quasi in lacrime per la gioia di essere adulato invece che forzato, di avere la possibilit脿 di abbandonare la lotta, di essere messo in grado di disertare senza ferire l'opinione che aveva di se stesso, rinunci貌 definitivamente a essere un rivoluzionario domestico.禄
Bello aver scoperto, un po' di tempo dopo, che Sinclair Lewis era stato l'autore preferito di John Steinbeck, che gli dedica alcune pagine di In viaggio con Charley e che il protagonista di 猫 in qualche modo ispirato a Babbitt.