Babbitt by Sinclair Lewis ("Road to 107", Part 35)
Took a month or so's break from reading any new Nobel authors - good to vary things - but I've got this and Doctor Zhivago lined up for the near future, as well as some other books not related to the reading project. With this, I've read something from all of the American recipients of the Prize. Lewis was the first, ironically. Plus, reading something of his helps to differentiate him from his similar-sounding contemporary, Upton Sinclair.
The two Sinclairs were both leftist writers; Sinclair's tended to write polemics like The Jungle, but Lewis is more of a satirist. This was his second major work, a satire of the emerging middle class mindset, in the person of George F. Babbitt, a caricature of a complacement early 1920s upper-middle income earners. This sort of thing has become a fairly familiar figure in western literature, so Babbitt is a lot more familiar than he would have been to people reading the novel when it came out in 1922. It's about 400 pages long, and takes a while to get going, but it's still reasonably interesting, and Lewis plays things a bit differently than a lot of his successors have.