In anticipation of Super Tuesday, I’ve downloaded Sinclair Lewis’ It Can’t Happen Here to look at over the weekend. The last time I read it was in high school–while well-written (Lewis did win a Nobel, after all), the novel had had an angst about it that seemed dated and unreal to me then. Now I wonder. The worrying implications of the Republican primaries put me in mind of this book, as well as an essay Arthur Miller wrote for the New Yorker in the ’90s about “The Crucible” as an allegory about McCarthyism: “I remember those years … but I have lost the dead weight of fear I had then. Fear doesn’t travel well; just as it can warp judgement, its absence can diminish memory’s truth. What terrifies one generation is likely to bring only a puzzled smile to the next.” So it is, and so may it be with Trump.