The golden age for American literature was in the 1920’s when the then rat pack for American Literature was living in Paris, France.
Russian literature was in its heyday in the nineteenth century with Leo Tolstoy, Fyodor Dostoyevsky, and others. The British ruled the literary world in the nineteenth century with Charles Dickens, Thomas Hardy, and in the past William Shakespeare. Canada has the occasional Life of Pi, Margaret Atwood, and Mordecai Richler. My recent favorites of Canadian literature are Rawi Hage’s Cockroach (2008) and De Niro’s Game (2006), including Brian Vallee’s book on Edwin Olonzo Boyd’s Gang, The Story of the Notorious Boyd Gang (1998).
If one is an author, even an online author, or an aspiring writer, and approaches any mainstream publication house, a literary agent is needed or legal representation. If one does get that close, they’ll tell the scribe that non-fiction sells, not fiction, nor science fiction, all in a robotic type way too. Yes, by having a literary agent, bitching about the agent is the next level of being an author too.
Several years ago, I discovered a little known American author Sinclair Lewis. Who is he? In 1930, Sinclair Lewis was the first American author to win the Nobel Prize for literature. He actually turned down the Pulitzer Prize for Arrowsmith in 1926.
Sinclair Lewis wrote Main Street (1920), Babbit (1922), Arrowsmith (1925), Elmer Gantry (1927), Dodsworth (1929), and It can’t Happen Here (1935). Instead of idealizing the Midwest, where he was from, he made them look backward, red neckish, and uncultivated. To add to their outrage, he portrayed his characters as leading empty, meaningless lives in a materialistic type world. It is safe to say that Sinclair Lewis was not liked in his time. The only time they actually accepted him was when he died, leading those from his birthplace to make his childhood home into a museum. In his time, Sinclair Lewis, however, was eclipsed by Ernest Hemingway, William Faulkner, and others. But word in Hollywood is George Clooney is remaking the 1937 film version of Dodsworth, or maybe I am making up a rumor once again.