Upton Sinclairin a sentence
- As for most people, his initial sensory contact with Chicago had been the fantastic stink that lingered always in the vicinity of the Union Stock Yards, a Chinook of putrefaction and incinerated hair, "an elemental odor," wrote Upton Sinclair, "raw and crude; it was rich, almost rancid, sensual and strong."† (source)
- At the dawn of the twentieth century, Upton Sinclair considered Chicago's Packingtown to be "the greatest aggregation of labor and capital ever gathered in one place."† (source)
- She was a pretty, delicate woman, sophisticated by Russian standards, who polished her husband's passable English with American and British books—politically approved ones to be sure, mainly the thoughts of Western leftists, but also a smattering of genuine literature, including Hemingway, Twain, and Upton Sinclair.† (source)
- The title of the pamphlet — "If Upton Sinclair Were Alive Today ….† (source)
- Little was done, however, to improve the lives of packinghouse workers, whose misfortune had inspired Upton Sinclair to write the book.† (source)
- In The Jungle (1906) Upton Sinclair described a litany of horrors: severe back and shoulder injuries, lacerations, amputations, exposure to dangerous chemicals, and memorably, a workplace accident in which a man fell into a vat and got turned into lard.† (source)
- If they were alive today, like Upton Sinclair they would be amazed by the monopolies and monopsonies that now dominate the American economy, by the corruption of government officials, and by the wide disparities in wealth.† (source)
- The powerful magnates of the Beef Trust responded by vilifying Roosevelt and Upton Sinclair, dismissing their accusations, and launching a public relations campaign to persuade the American people that nothing was wrong.† (source)
- THIS IS NO FAIRY STORY and no joke;' Upton Sinclair wrote in 1906; "the meat would be shoveled into carts, and the man who did the shoveling would not trouble to lift out a rat even when he saw one — there were things that went into the sausage in comparison with which a poisoned rat was a tidbit."† (source)
- THE JUNGLE by Upton Sinclair (1906) Chapter 1 It was four o'clock when the ceremony was over and the carriages began to arrive.† (source)