Revolutionary Road is the name of the street where Frank and April Wheeler live in Richard Yates’ novel of the same name. Of course they do, because Frank and April have a horror of convention - they maintain an ironic detachment from their suburban home as proof of their authenticity and intellectual superiority.
The problem is, neither has ever had the courage to be truly authentic. Now they’re stuck in a marriage that’s lost its purpose, in a dead-end job and an affair he doesn’t want (Frank) and in household drudgery and motherhood (April). Their ironic facade is not fooling anyone, even themselves.
Trying to break out of this spiral towards deathly conformity, April suggests they move to Paris. Frank can write his novel an April will go out to work to support them. They’ll be European, urbane, sophisticated, their real selves and thousands of miles from the dreaded stultifying suburbs.
This plan energises them for a while but Frank begins to realize that he is never going to write the novel because he’s not talented nor brave enough. He is secretly relieved when April announces she’s pregnant. April is adamant that the pregnancy should be terminated, and frank thinks he’s talked her around, until she takes matters into her own hands. It ends tragically.
This was a fantastic book. It’s a well observed and perceptive portrait of a relationship that’s run out of steam, satirical and sympathetic. It is identifiably of its time and place, in the way John Updike’s short stories of the same period are, but the book’s not in the slightest bit dated. There are no superfluous words or characters, which takes real talent from a writer.
The best novels for me these days are ones full of uncomfortable truths and insight, disappointment and bitter realisations. Revolutionary Road has all this without being depressing, morbid, sordid or maudlin. I could read it again and again.
Revolutionary Road
Richard Yates
Vintage Classics (1961)
