The beginning of this book was a struggle because I prefer a different style than modernist writing. It feels like it tries too hard. Yet, it was a new and novel expression, so I can respect that. One of my favorite poems is the love song of J. Alfred Prufrock, a modernist masterpiece. Go figure! I suspect that Dos Passos leaned too hard into the style because even though he's considered one of the greats along with Hemmingway, Fitzgerald, and Dorothy Parker, I can hardly find anyone that's read him. The book is about New York City and its inhabitants from the turn of the 19th Century to the late 1910s or early 1920s. It's a huge place that New York, and Dos Passos decides to insert every resident as a character. It gets a little hard to follow, but the characters are interesting if you stick with it enough. The situations they encounter start to get going by the second third of the book. Ultimately, New York City grinds along regardless of the lives that live in it, and ...