I really wish someone had actually told me to read this
book a few years ago. Luckily, I stumbled into it in our office’s “library” –
where unwanted books go to die.
As stereotypically American (and suburban) as
an Hopper painting, Revolutionary Road
is about an ante-litteram desperate housewife, her husband with his dull 9-to-5
job, and the conflict between the hustle and bustle of New York City (where he
works) and the boredom of their house.
As April writes to Frank: “Don’t blame yourself”.
I would like to send this message to whoever dumped the book in our office: it’s
all right, not everybody has to love this kind of literature, I’m just glad you
didn’t and you gave me one of the best books I’ve ever read...
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