0304 | Free Air – Sinclair Lewis


Context: Another novel I listened to as I cut grass in our garden.


Ok… I’ll admit it, I was duped. I thought this was on the 1001 books list but, after I’d finished it and went to my spreadsheet to mark it as read, guess what? It wasn’t there! I’d enjoyed Babbitt so very much that I presumed this would be. Still, I enjoyed it and find Lewis way ahead of his time. This time, instead of exploring the inner workings of a man in a mid-life crisis, he’s exploring the very real notion of class in his native USA.

A wealthy heiress and her father set out from the eastern side of the US for a car journey all the way to Seattle. On the way, a talented mechanic in a two-bit town spots them, takes a shine to her, and follows them. Through a series of ‘accicoincidental’ meetings along the way, the two strike up a friendship and Lewis uses this as the vehicle (forgive the pun) to present prejudice from both ends of the social spectrum. Yes, it’s been done before (ahem… Austen) but, as with many things USAnian, this is on a grander scale. The gulf between the two is not just social, it’s… wait for it… yep, much worse than all that social Austenesque vanity… it’s economic.

Lewis has helped me understand class prejudice from a US perspective in a similar way to Edith Wharton’s novels. In the US, it seems to me that social gaps can be bridged far more easily than monetary ones. In the UK, its the reverse I find. In the UK, you can be dirt poor, laden with debt and yet still remain at the pinnacle of the social ladder. You remain there because of your breeding, your education and the role you play in society, notwithstanding being penniless. And if you’re talented enough to come from an underprivileged background and make it economically a la Alan Sugar, you still find yourself struggling to reach the first rung on the ladder, even if you are made a Lord.

But in Free Air, we see that money is the barrier, not breeding. And even if that money has been gained illicitly, as we find out late on in the novel, it’s money nevertheless. Ostentation is everything and we see the pair struggle to meet halfway, he buying new clothes and she ruining hers. I found their relationship a little shallow. I think he could have done more with it. It seemed a bit to simple to me, but his wit bites into both him and her as they battle with their versions of life and I often found myself chuckling while listening to it.

So a worthwhile read and some useful insights into life across the sea 100 years or so ago. It’s also one of the very first road novels, if not the first.


When the windshield was closed it became so filmed with rain that Claire fancied she was piloting a drowned car in dim spaces under the sea.


Not without quarrels and barren hours, not free from ignorance and the discomfort of finding that between the mountain peaks they must for long gray periods dwell in the dusty valleys, they yet start their drama with the distinction of being able to laugh together, with the advantage of having discovered that neither Schoenstrom nor Brooklyn Heights is quite all of life, with the cosmic importance to the tedious world of believing in the romance that makes youth unquenchable.



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