Not so much biography as an attempt to "chronicle the homeward pilgrimages" of Sinclair Lewis, the man whom Thomas Wolfe wrote of in "You Can't Go Home Again". A good look at a favorite writer of mine, flawed though he may have been, and the tug that kept drawing him to his Minnesota homeland until his ashes were laid to rest in Sauk Centre, Minnesota. Many photographs are included. This author seems to have found some personal qualities in Lewis not reflected in other biographies I've read; namely an affection and time for the children in his life. Here he is portrayed as despondent over the death of his oldest son, Wells, in WWII. In "Dorothy and Red", he scarcely seems touched by it. I think perhaps all the observers are correct in their fashion; Lewis was a complex and unhappy man who probably only really felt at home in a hotel room. ( )