I Was a Literary Giant in World War I

Once in time, I came to Chicago in 1913. In this golden age of American literature, two blazing flames ignited the literary world. One was the "turf-picking movement" launched by journalist Lincoln Stephens. Journalists and writers used pens as knives to expose corruption in slaughterhouses, the Senate, and oil companies, putting groups of black-minded capitalists and politicians on newspaper headlines. One is the "Chicago Renaissance" represented by writers such as Theodore Dreiser, which used the narrative perspective of the bottom workers and peasants to fire the first shot to smash the glitzy elite literature in the East. Beyond this. Western, adventure, detective, gothic, fantasy, science fiction and other types of literature are all like the sun rising at eight or nine o'clock. Loren comes here. As a poor boy from the South Side of Chicago, I picked up a pen and paper and plunged into the vigorous literary world. He originally just wanted to copy a few best-selling books, become a literary rich man like Hemingway, Faulkner, and Fitzgerald, and live a comfortable life. However, the ensuing World War I and the glitzy post-war society in which people pursued money and pleasure gradually made him confused, and the pen in his hand turned into a blade for analyzing the times. World War I, confusion, Prohibition, the Great Depression, World War II, the Cold War... After passing through this long period of time. Loren stood on the Nobel Prize podium and did not consider himself a spiritual leader praised by the world. He only said: "I am the people, the grassroots, the common people, and the public."