Am I the ungrateful one or the one who feels trapped?
On Living: A reading of the fight from chapter two
This morning I searched the bookshelves that take up two walls of my living room for something to dip into before my son woke up. I found Revolutionary Road by Richard Yates on the shelf where I keep all of my novels. I bought it years ago at a used bookstore in Ojai, California for $7.50. I quickly realized it wasn’t the sort of book that you just dip into.