I have a number of favourite writers whose works I re-read as the decades pass. Joseph Conrad, Nabokov, Dylan Thomas, Brautigan, and John Irving, are among that pantheon. As is John Dos Passos who died fifty years ago today.
Every time I read Manhattan Transfer and the U.S.A. Trilogy, I get the exact same thrill of excitement that grabbed me in the 1960s when I first came across them.
Dos Passos moved dramatically from the left to the conservatives in his later years, but his work of transcendental value came well before that.