书名：Revolutionary Road革命之路

作者：Richard Yates
出版社名称：Vintage Classics
出版时间：2007
语种：英文
ISBN：9780099518624
商品尺寸：12.9 x 2.2 x 19.8 cm
包装：平装
页数：352

★金球奖影片原著小说
★美国国家图书奖提名，被《时代》周刊评为百大文学经典之一

Revolutionary Road《革命之路》是美国小说家理查德·耶茨的著作，是挣扎于婚姻樊篱中孤独男女的真实写照，也是对生命、自由、爱情之真谛的痛苦拷问。

媒体评论：
“我这个时代的《了不起的盖茨比》……我这一代人所创作的很好的作品之一。”——《五号屠场》作者库尔特·冯内古特

“说他好远远不够……绝对的大师之作！”——《欲望号街车》作者田纳西·威廉姆斯

“《革命之路》描摹了气数将近的中产阶级社会关系，让随后的每样东西都显得苍白无力。”——时代周刊

“《革命之路》拷问的对象不仅有破碎的婚姻，亦有夫妻间焦心的绝望之感，这让人难以释怀，心痛不堪。”——《今日美国》

Hailed as a masterpiece from the moment of its first publication, Revolutionary Road is the story of Frank and April Wheeler, a bright, beautiful, and talented couple whose empty suburban life is held together by the dream that greatness is only just round the corner. With heartbreaking compassion and clarity, Richard Yates shows how Frank and April mortgage their hopes and ideals, betraying in the end not only each other, but their own best selves.

Review
"Yates' masterpiece. Superbly crafted prose, complex characters and a gripping plot. An all-round winner..." --Independent on Sunday

"I hand out copies of Revolutionary Road to anyone who will take them...one of the most moving and exact portraits of suburbia in all of American literature." --David Hare, Observer

"The best novel ever written about the death of the American dream." --Kate Atkinson, Daily Telegraph

"The literary discovery of the year... It's as brilliantly nuanced as Updike's Rabbit sequence, and as sad as anything by Fitzgerald." --Nick Hornby, Guardian Books of the Year

"Here is more than fine writing; here is what, added to fine writing, makes a book come immediately, intensely and brilliantly alive...a masterpiece" --Tennesse Williams

Richard Yates was born in 1926 in New York and lived in California. His prize-winning stories began to appear in 1953 and his first novel, Revolutionary Road, was nominated for the National Book Award in 1961. He is the author of eight other works, including the novels A Good School, The Easter Parade, and Disturbing the Peace, and two collections of short stories, Eleven Kinds of Loneliness and Liars in Love. He died in 1992.

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They could have wept with relief. Instead, trembling, they cheered and laughed and shook hands and kissed one another, and somebody went out for a case of beer and they all sang songs around the auditorium piano until the time came to agree, unanimously, that they’d better knock it off and get a good night’s sleep.
“See you tomorrow!” they called, as happy as children, and riding home under the moon they found they could roll down the windows of their cars and let the air in, with its health-giving smells of loam and young flowers. It was the first time many of the Laurel Players had allowed themselves to acknowledge the coming of spring.
The year was 1955 and the place was a part of western Connecticut where three swollen villages had lately been merged by a wide and clamorous highway called Route Twelve. The Laurel Players were an amateur company, but a costly and very serious one, carefully recruited from among the younger adults of all three towns, and this was to be their maiden production. AU winter, gathering in one another’s living rooms for excited talks about Ibsen and Shaw and O’Neill, and then for the show of hands in which a common-sense majority chose The Petrifted Forest, and then for preliminary casting, they had felt their dedication growing stronger every week.