The beginning of this book was rough going for me and for a moment I thought I wouldn't finish it (or it would take me a month to read). But it improved and I got used to it. The problem was that there were so many anecdotal topical references that I didn't have a clue about. Picture a novel written now that's read in 85 years and mentions Mayor Pete and bubble tea and Carrie Underwood and selfies and Chris Pratt and Khaleesi. I can imagine how bemused that future reader would be. Anyway, I gave up on figuring out all of the names and references (but I certainly loved the shade Lewis threw at Upton Sinclair!) and focused on this eerily prescient 1935 novel that more or less predicts our current political climate and the election of Trump. I am a fan of Lewis and have read and loved his big 5 (Main Street, Babbitt, Arrowsmith, Dodsworth, and Elmer Gantry) and this isn't near as good a novel as those, but it was a great political read. And the hero is a journalist named - of all things - Doremus Jessup, so who can't love that?