And then one day they wake up and realize that Oh Noes! They are really just a working man and a housewife with two kids and a house in the ‘burbs. How did they become these Ordinary People, despite all their clever-conversation-having and deprecatory-sherry-drinking and ironic-comment-making? So they up and decide to move to Paris, because Paris is the cure for artistic ennui (just ask the entire 1920s). April will become a smart working-girl, and Frank will have time to muse in outdoor cafes. Careers for the ladies, self-discovery for the mens!
But are they really going to go? Because Frank is offered a promotion at his suck job, which is no big deal because jobs are for losers, but on the other hand…teh moneys! And also April gets knocked up. Dramatic conflict!
Usually this sort of conformity-is-for-suckahs,-let’s-all-go-be-different-type stories make me want to smack a hipster. And maybe it’s because it’s January and everyone seems to be out doing New! Exciting! things and I am status-quo-ing like a champion over here, and maybe it’s because I’m not taking enough classes to run myself ragged, and maybe it’s because it’s been raining for three days, but this book left me in terror of The Commonplace Life. So, brace yourself.
In addition to its undertone of YIKES, though, Revolutionary Road is deftly written and surprisingly heartfelt.