Michelle Bailat-Jones

Writer, Translator, Reader

Yesterday, I settled down with Revolutionary Road and once I got started I just kept on going. What a rich, and complex book. I’m curious whether my experience reading this novel is also affected by my status as an expat. Revolutionary Road does a lot of picking and scraping at American society, at the myth of the American Dream, at that truly American style “selling” of psychological stability and me-centered philosophy. What is it about America that produces this angsty, hyperactive self-consciousness? Don’t misunderstand me, it happens elsewhere and, of course, not all Americans suffer from this special breed of narcissism but despite my need to moderate what might be interpreted as hyperbolic statements, there’s no denying that Yates makes some astute observations about many fundamental paradoxes of American culture.


Frank Wheeler is so self-conscious, so worried about his persona – interpreting it to himself, presenting it to others and refining it for both audiences – that he can’t get through a single conversation without play-acting. He imagines the things he will say, practices expressions and gestures when no one is looking, interprets each encounter in terms of its reflection on his own self-definition. Living inside his mind would be frightfully exhausting.


This makes it sound like I had no sympathy for him. Which wasn’t the case. If I ever met someone like Frank Wheeler face to face I think I’d scream and run in the other direction, but letting him function as a stand-in for “the American male” with a neurotic need to prove himself was really interesting. The same goes for April, his wife. As a specific individual, she’s nearly unbearable. But as a symbol of repression, of indecision, she’s quite powerful.


Revolutionary Road was published in 1961 and I was expecting the text and some of its ideas to be somewhat dated. But they weren’t at all. Frank and April’s constant anxiety about getting trapped into their suburban nothingness, filled with people riding high on complacency and stale conversation, is a theme we still have room to move around in. In many ways, it felt like reading a male-oriented version of Rachel Cusk’s The Lucky Ones or Arlington Park – a population of people trapped inside a painful understanding of their own mediocrity.


What I’m curious about is what creates this tension. What is generating the disconnect between what we think we will be and this sudden, horrifying understanding that we have no idea who we really are? I can’t help contrasting the emotional current of Revolutionary Road against my recent read of The Fountainhead – a novel which glorifies the antithesis (or the conquest) of the anxiety Yates so carefully explores. Take these two novels out of the time period in which they were written and it’s evident both “stories” still exist inside American culture. Rand’s vision of the self-made man who knows from day one exactly what his Purpose is and how to get there vs. Yates’s idealistic but insecure weakling.


I’m fascinated by the kind of destructive interpersonal interaction Yates is getting at in Revolutionary Road. Maybe that’s because I now live in a society which works very hard to avoid anything emotionally grandiose or self-promoting. But it wasn’t just that difference that kept me reading the novel, it was also how lovingly Yates gave us his dysfunctional characters. Not to mention his amazingly skilled use of an omniscient third person POV – something we don’t see very often anymore. And just the overall mood of the book. Ennui. The ins and outs and horrors of ennui.


Both Frank and April embody several contradictions – shallow and sensitive, self-important and insecure, intelligent and paralyzed – which is what, I suspect, keeps the reader attached to them. And their constant attempts to get the better of these contradictions created an explosive form of neurosis. It also left no room for anything beyond their selves and their couple. One of the book’s tragedies is an awfully quiet one – the legacy the Wheeler parents will bequeath their children. Again, lots to ponder when you think about it in terms of generational symbols.


Thank you to Zhiv for putting this book on my radar and for mentioning that there is a film version coming out in December. I will be very interested to see how well the director and the cast might render the complicated inner lives of the Wheelers. Something to look forward to!



7 Responses to “Richard Yates – Revolutionary Road”

  1. Amateur Reader

    I was so hoping that these basket cases would really go to Europe. But that would be a different novel. A different novel that I want to read.

    Your paragraph on Frank really pegged him. Just right.

  2. bookfraud

    “frank and april’s constant anxiety about getting trapped into their suburban nothingness, filled with people riding high on complacency and stale conversation”

    oh, does that ever hit the nail on the head. i’m totally going to read this book, which has been on the radar for a few years but i’ve never gotten to. thanks for the review.

  3. verbivore

    Amateur Reader – basket case is just the right term. Still, Yates tried to get inside the basket and explore how it was all created. I found that interesting.

    Bookfraud – I would love to know what you think of it. It touches a few nerves, that’s for sure, and I know I said this above, but I was just so surprised how relevant the delimma still is.

  4. litlove

    I’ve got this book and have been meaning to read it for ages. Thank you for the wonderful review and much incentive to pick it up!

  5. zhiv

    Wow Verb–you hit that review dead on–so great to see your comments. Ha!–it gets to you and pulls you in and drives you forward right through to the end, doesn’t it? When you had a day or two left before hitting the road and the sun was out and RR was sitting right there, I thought that it might grab you, but this is some wonderful writing about this special book (at this weird pre-movie time). Yes, the book is dark and devastating in its way, but the clarity and accomplishment of it are quite extraordinary, along with its strange and changing status. Thanks for the nod–not necessary at all, but welcome–Hope you have fun on your trip!

  6. Logophile

    Excellent review – I particularly enjoyed the way you pinned Frank down. All that checking his reflection and imagining his conversations is irritating yet so compelling. And I agree about the children…

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