Revolutionary Road – Richard Yates
January 10, 2011 § 9 Comments
It’s been such a long time since my last post on something I read, I’m not sure I remember how to do this anymore. This book by Yates is the last book of 2010, and it simply means my year ended beautifully. I’ve only read two by Yates so far, the other being The Easter Parade, which I also loved. So that basically means, Yates is fast becoming a favourite.
This post is going to be a little unfair to Revolutionary Road, because I’m going to be mixing it with an end-of-year sort of post as well. But seriously speaking, I probably don’t know what to say about Revolutionary Road, other than that it was an exceptional read.
Typically, I would have tagged some of my favourite phrases from the book, but for some reason or other, I completely forgot to do so when reading this. It wasn’t that there weren’t any good phrases, because there were plenty. In fact, it was the opening that so captured me, I sacrificed a book I already had in my hand so that I could borrow this instead. The picture of the theatre was painted so well, it was almost real for me. It was as if I was sitting there at their rehearsal, feeling their tension and excitement and anticipation. I could see the curtains and the stage and the rows and rows of seats. I could see the lights and smoke and shadows.
Honestly, I think anyone would be able to tell by now how drawn I was to the opening scene. (I haven’t watched the movie. I’ve been told it’s good. But I hope and pray that the opening scene is as breathtaking as I have imagined it to be…)
Like The Easter Parade, it’s not so much what actually happens, but rather what the characters go through, their feelings and emotions. It’s about their pain, their anguish, their hopes and dreams and desires.
You just gotta love Yates, the way he finds his way into your heart with his characters.
So. That was the last book of 2010. I didn’t quite make it to reading 100 books last year, but to be quite honest, I’m not nearly as disappointed as I thought I would be.
Looking back, I had an amazing first half of the year. I had just graduated, and had all the time in the world to scan the libraries, to lie in bed and just read the whole day. It was reading heaven.
And then after that, I moved back to Malaysia. Life took on a different pace. Now I had to work, to earn my keep, to make a living. Reading had to take a back seat. And then again, libraries in Malaysia are nowhere as well-stocked as those in New Zealand.
But the second half of the year, though not so good in reading, was also an amazing time for me. I went through 3 different jobs, trying to find my place, to find work that I could enjoy and love. Now in 2011, I think I’ve found it, in the form of photography.
Reading will still have to take the backseat for the time being, as I’m juggling one too many jobs at the same time. But reading is supposed to be joyous, not a chore. And so is life.
Books may not be my life, but they definitely enrich it with colours and imagination. I’d never totally give them up. Books still take me where I have never been, they make me explore things I might never have thought of. They teach me wonders, they make me laugh and cry.
So yes, I still don’t have 100 books per year. But 2010 has been a great year for me.
Here’s to a greater 2011 year ahead.