After a Bordeaux tasting at The Hidden Vine last night I went home and became truly intoxicated by Richard Yates' novel about 1950's suburban malaise, Revolutionary Road (#8), finishing it this morning on the Bart ride to the airport. It's a remarkable novel and one that I'll be thinking about for quite some time. It's hard to envision how it will be adapted into a film, but if the result is even half as good as the source, I imagine it will be fantastic.
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