Revolutionary Road

In preparation for watching the film, I’ve started to read the book by the late Richard Yates.  It’s terrifying how so much of what I’ve been reading so far have been questions I’ve been raising to myself and to my friends lately on why one feels compelled to settle down and consequently resign themselves from living.  Here are some quotes that have resonated with me thus far:

  • “Intelligent, thinking people could take things like this in their stride, just as they took the larger absurdities of deadly dull jobs in the city and deadly dull homes in the suburbs.  Economic circumstance might force you to live in this environment, but the important thing was to keep from being contaminated.  The important thing, always, was to remember who you were.”
  • “Weren’t the biographies of all great men filled with this same kind of youthful groping, this same kind of rebellion against their fathers and their fathers’ ways?”
  • “It’s as if everybody’d made this tacit agreement to live in a state of total self-deception.  The hell with reality!  Let’s have a whole bunch of cute little winding roads and cute little houses painted white and pink and baby blue; let’s all be good consumers and have a lot of Togetherness and bring our children up in a bath of sentimentality – Daddy’s a good man because he makes a living, Mummy’s a great woman because she’s stuck by Daddy all these years – and if old reality ever does pop out and say Boo we’ll all get busy and pretend it never happened.”
  • “My God, are artists and writers the only people entitled to lives of their own?”
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