About ten or twelve years ago I read Sinclair's It Could Happen Here, a fictional account of fascism's triumph in the US after its European successes. I remember the protagonist's Dickens collection being burned, and the centrality of Father Coughlin, but otherwise my recollection is pretty sketchy.
I keep meaning to revisit it in the light of the past few years of political reflection.
Wasn't it Sinclair Lewis, and wasn't the title "It Can't Happen Here?"
Upton Sinclair wasn't nearly the stooge Sinclair Lewis was -- even if Upton's economics were all wrong, he had an unfailing eye for the humanity of his characters (real and fictional). I always get the feeling with Sinclair Lewis that he despised his countrymen. I never get that feeling from Upton Sinclair.
I usually know better than to trust my memory on something vague and distant. Yes, that's the one. It's fascinating to note how many of Amazon's reviewers think connect it with the present.
I think there's a line to the effect that fascism is always descending on America, but somehow ends up landing in Europe.
Anyway, don't get me wrong -- as much as I admire Upton Sinclair's prose style and his cantankerousness, I nevertheless regard him as an economic illiterate. And one of the strangest things about his making Fox a hero is that Fox was sort of the Ken Lay of his day.