People who talk classic American fiction sooner or later get round to Ring Lardner.
Many talk about how unfairly underrated he is, how he made slang not just respectable but lyrical, or perfected such techniques as the unreliable narrator and character humor into staples of the form.
Then there are a miserable few who think he was rated just about right as a short fiction specialist, where his gifts for colloquialism, narrative voice, and irony shine brightest.
Sorry to say, I’m one of them, admire him though I do.