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Summer is the time when we think about escaping from the routine of our daily lives. The modern school calendar probably contributed to this idea since summer is the usual break between school terms. I have many childhood memories of packing everyone in a car and going on a road trip. Cars were large sedans or station wagons, and seat belts were not a requirement for anyone in the car. We would build “fortresses” behind the clothes that hung in the backseat or among the luggage piled high in the back of the station wagon. The black top rolled out in front of us like a red carpet for our journey. More recently, I took a road trip with three girlfriends from high school. We explored I-95 from the southeast to the northeast and had a blast. With no agenda and only random crazy adventures in store we rotated driving, navigating, entertaining, or providing the never ending flow of snacks from the cooler in the back seat. We were seatbelted in, and the entire car was our fortress. Our Double Nickel Tour restored our souls and fortified us.
Sinclair Lewis’ Free Air brought all these road trip memories rushing back to me this summer. Published in 1919, the story begins with a young girl, Claire Boltwood of Brooklyn Heights, ready for adventure and a break from the society of New York. Her father, Henry B. Boltwood, is a workaholic, and his worst nightmare has come true — the doctor’s order of rest. Claire lures him as far as Minneapolis to consult for a branch of his company, but once again he immerses himself in work. Claire is undaunted and again convinces her father that a road trip across the two thousand miles to Seattle, to visit their cousins, the Eugene Gilsons would be an excellent diversion. She has her beloved Gomez Deperdussin roadster shipped from New York and they depart on a July morning from Minneapolis along the edge of a cornfield between Schoenstrom and Gopher Prairie, Minnesota toward Seattle. It is not long before she realizes that she might be in over her head in this adventure, but like all adventures it is not without the villains and the heroes. Getting stuck in the mud, bad diners, cheap hotels, and quirky small town folks all contribute to the growth of Claire. And of course there is a hero in the character Milton Daggett, Lewis’s version of a knight in shining armor. He has also taken to the road as a diversion from his routine, that of a mechanic in a small town garage. Retrieving Claire and her father from the con of Adolph Zolzav, the farmer making sure the road stays muddy in front of his house so he can “rescue” stuck cars for a price, sets the stage for a love of the road and its travelers. We feel the wind in our hair as we follow the roadster along the flat wheat lands, and we grip the book hard as we maneuver the windy mountain roads. And we hope that the social strata of the day will not interfere with a “happy-ever-after” end to the story.
In 1930 Harry Sinclair Lewis became the first American writer to win the Nobel Prize in Literature “for his vigorous and graphic art of description and his ability to create, with wit and humor, new types of characters.” He was born in 1885 in Minnesota, studied at Oberlin Academy and Yale University, where he began his writing career that included numerous novels and short stories. His novel Main Street was a huge (a few million in today’s dollars) commercial success and his short story Little Bear Bongo caught the interest of Walt Disney Pictures.
When presenting his Nobel lecture Lewis offered his view of American literature: “in America most of us — not readers alone, but even writers — are still afraid of any literature which is not a glorification of everything American, a glorification of our faults as well as our virtues.” He described America as “the most contradictory, the most depressing, the most stirring, of any land in the world today.” His comment about America’s literary establishment: “Our American professors like their literature clear and cold and pure and very dead.” Maybe so, but it is summer again. I feel the call of the road, dream of having the wind in my hair, exploring this great land of ours, and maybe discovering a new book or two.
Leah was appointed Executive Director of the Charleston Conference in 2017, and has served in various roles with the Charleston Information Group, LLC, since 2004. Prior to working for the conference, she was Assistant Director of Graduate Admissions for the College of Charleston for four years. She lives in a small town near Columbia, SC, with her husband and two kids where they raise a menagerie of farm animals.