„Io non sapevo che la Bibbia fosse poesia! Pensavo che non fosse altro che religione!“
Origine: Da Opera d'arte, traduzione di Mario Borsa, Arnoldo Mondadori Editore, 1954, p. 24.
Data di nascita: 7. Febbraio 1885
Data di morte: 10. Gennaio 1951
Altri nomi: ਸਿਨਕਲੇਅਰ ਲੁਈਸ, Lyuis Garri Sinkler
Harry Sinclair Lewis è stato un romanziere e drammaturgo statunitense.
Fu il primo statunitense a vincere il Premio Nobel per la letteratura nel 1930, "per la sua arte descrittiva vigorosa e grafica e per la sua abilità nel creare, con arguzia e spirito, nuove tipologie di personaggi". Le sue opere sono conosciute per le loro visioni sagaci e critiche della società statunitense e dei valori capitalistici. Il suo stile è, allo stesso tempo, comico, satirico e tuttavia comprensivo. Wikipedia
„Io non sapevo che la Bibbia fosse poesia! Pensavo che non fosse altro che religione!“
Origine: Da Opera d'arte, traduzione di Mario Borsa, Arnoldo Mondadori Editore, 1954, p. 24.
„He was born to be a senator. He never said anything important, and he always said it sonorously.“
— Sinclair Lewis, libro Elmer Gantry
Elmer Gantry (1927)
„It came to him merely to run away was folly, because he could never run away from himself.“
— Sinclair Lewis, libro Babbitt
Babbitt (1922), Ch. 25
The God-Seeker (1949), Ch. 41
The God-Seeker (1949)
Contesto: It did seem sounder to build houses which he could build than to teach children a gospel which he did not altogether understand in a Sioux language which he could not quite speak. He reflected, 'If I could put over some kind of equality for Mark Shadrock and Black Wolf, that would be enough heavenly progress for me.' ~ Ch. 53
The God-Seeker (1949)
Contesto: He fretted that he did not know anything. He sighed, 'I have sought the Kingdom of God a little, the Squire has sought it terribly, but we haven't even a map, and after what I saw this afternoon, I know the Sioux are as barbarous as we are. Is it possible that nobody has ever known—that there never has been a completely civilized man, and won't be for another thousand years? ~ Ch. 33
— Sinclair Lewis, libro Elmer Gantry
Elmer Gantry, paraphrasing the eloquence of the "atheist" Robert G. Ingersoll in his sermon.
Elmer Gantry (1927)
Contesto: His text was from Proverbs: "Hatred stirreth up strifes: but love covereth all sins."
He seized the sides of the pulpit with his powerful hands, glared at the congregation, decided to look benevolent after all, and exploded: "In the hustle and bustle of daily life I wonder how many of us stop to think that in all that is highest and best we are ruled not by even our most up-and-coming efforts but by Love? What is Love—the divine Love of which the—the great singer teaches us in Proverbs? It is the rainbow that comes after the dark cloud. It is the morning star and it is also the evening star, those being, as you all so well know, the brightest stars we know. It shines upon the cradle of the little one and when life has, alas, departed, to come no more, you find it still around the quiet tomb. What is it inspires all great men—be they preachers or patriots or great business men? What is it, my brethren, but Love? Ah, it fills the world with melody, with such sacred melodies as we have just indulged in together, for what is music? What, my friends, is music? Ah, what indeed is music but the voice of Love!"
Nobel Lecture (12 December 1930)
Contesto: Fortune has dealt with me rather too well. I have known little struggle, not much poverty, many generosities. Now and then I have, for my books or myself, been somewhat warmly denounced — there was one good pastor in California who upon reading my Elmer Gantry desired to lead a mob and lynch me, while another holy man in the state of Maine wondered if there was no respectable and righteous way of putting me in jail. And, much harder to endure than any raging condemnation, a certain number of old acquaintances among journalists, what in the galloping American slang we call the "I Knew Him When Club", have scribbled that since they know me personally, therefore I must be a rather low sort of fellow and certainly no writer. But if I have now and then received such cheering brickbats, still I, who have heaved a good many bricks myself, would be fatuous not to expect a fair number in return.