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As a teenager, in 1962, I had the colossal bad judgment to be reading the novel “Fail-Safe” during the Cuban Missile Crisis. Today I’m reading “It Can’t Happen Here,” by Sinclair Lewis, which is evoking the same existential dread I experienced those many years ago.

Fortunately, in 1962, life didn’t imitate art. This time, I fear we won’t be so lucky.

Andrew Grant
Scarborough

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