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“Such were the cruel terms upon which their life was possible, that they might never have nor expect a single instant's respite from worry, a single instant in which they were not haunted by the thought of money.”

Quote by Upton Sinclair

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The Jungle

This novel provides an in-depth look at the working conditions and exploitation faced by workers in the meatpacking industry during the early 20th century, offering a critical examination of the social and economic issues of the time. more

Author

Upton Sinclair
Upton Sinclair

Upton Sinclair was an American author, journalist, and political activist who became one of the most influential social critics of the early 20th century. His 1906 novel "The Jungle," which exposed the horrific conditions of the Chicago meatpacking industry, caused public outrage and directly led to the passage of the Pure Food and Drug Act. Sinclair wrote over 90 books throughout his life and won the Pulitzer Prize for Fiction in 1943 for "Dragon's Teeth." A committed socialist, he ran for governor of California and became a prominent voice for progressive reform in American society. more

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