Tag Archives: Richard Yates

Three Different Books, Three Different Kinds of Silences I Need to Break

Because sometimes, I don’t have the words. And sometimes, what words I have are inadequate. And sometimes, I just want to keep on lying down, with a look of horror / loneliness / disappointment on my face, intent on just letting it all soak in. I like these books, for different reasons — the emotional […]

marginalia || Young Hearts Crying, by Richard Yates

Hello there. It’s Richard Yates’ birthday today. Bring out the booze. Anyhoo, the following is a love letter to him, wherever he may be. Also, I blab about his novel, Young Hearts Crying. And be warned, for there be little spoilers, haha. Sorry! * Dear Richard Yates, I made sure to finish reading your novel […]

sunday salon || A Resurgence of Richard Yates

On 01 November 2009, I put up a rambling post of my impression of Richard Yates’s Revolutionary Road. The post itself ended quite abruptly, no doubt a result of posting it too soon after such an earth’s-axis-bumping read. I don’t think it did the book justice, it didn’t properly express how rattled I felt after […]

marginalia || Liars in Love, by Richard Yates

Damn it, I love Richard Yates. I suppose I’m now on a campaign to read all of Richard Yates. I’ve read Eleven Kinds of Loneliness (see my thoughts here) and, of course, Revolutionary Road (see my thoughts here). I foresee a problem reading the rest of Yates’ work, since I can’t afford to buy any […]

marginalia || Eleven Kinds of Loneliness, by Richard Yates

<3 #01 – About two stories into the short story collection Eleven Kinds of Loneliness, by Richard Yates, I decided that it would catapult me to the happy place of all happy places if I read the entire body of his known work. (Quite ironically, yes, I’m aware; “happy place” and Yates aren’t your usual […]

marginalia || Revolutionary Road, by Richard Yates

Taking a break from the NaNoWriMo madness (which I call a “whimsy” on my less hopeful/diligent hours). Yates demands that I write about his Wheelers. Never mind that I didn’t bring my book with me (apologies for inaccuracy of quotes; will revise as soon as I can), never mind that in a couple of hours, […]