America has had a curious relationship with Sinclair Lewis, the very first of our Nobel laureates in literature.
"The books are little read today, and he's seldom discussed in his native land outside his hometown, Sauk Centre, Minnesota," lamented Gore Vidal in 1992. "Sinclair Lewis seems to have dropped out of what remains of world literature."
Yet he left behind, if not a particularly influential style, a galaxy of recognizable American types — the provincial middle-class conformist George Babbitt, the evangelical charlatan Elmer Gantry, and — less well-known but more relevant to our current health care crisis — the idealistic physician Martin Arrowsmith.
"Arrowsmith," published in 1925, is widely considered Lewis' most accomplished novel; he was candid with his publisher in considering the book grist for a Nobel Prize. "Arrowsmith" won the Pulitzer Prize in 1926, but Lewis refused it, stating that the Pulitzer committee was too narrow-minded in deeming any novel the "best of the year." The Nobel Prize would come in 1930, and was accepted.
The book has been relevant to generations of medical students for its depiction of the conflicts faced by the young Martin Arrowsmith in deciding whether to embark on a career in research or as a clinical physician.
That's the point made by David J. Eisenman of the University of Maryland medical school in an article about "Arrowsmith" published last month by the Journal of the American Medical Association. Eisenman's article prompted me to reread the book, which had gathered dust on my shelf over the decades. It was a revelation.
Eisenman writes: " 'You should read Arrowsmith,' I have long told aspiring clinician-scientists I interview, as a way of getting them to think about which of the two career tracks drives them more."
He also points out the parallels between the challenges Arrowsmith and his colleagues face and those raised by the current pandemic, almost a century later.