The novelist Richard Yates, who died in 1992, was once called “a writer’s writer’s writer,” a witty epithet for a career spent at a maddening remove from the large public its owner craved. Yates made a splash with Revolutionary Road (1961), a novel praised for its unblinking depiction of suburban ennui. But the splash never rippled very far outward. Revolutionary Road r (...)
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'Revolutionary Road'
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