Word: commuterland
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Send Me No Flowers. Well, they've finally gone and done it. Five years after they started making Pillow Talk, Rock Hudson and Doris Day have tied the knot. And moved into a mortgage-covered cottage in commuterland. And joined the very best country club. And subsided into exurban sprawl. But not for long. Something inevitably goes wrong with Mr. and Mrs. Right...
...peculiar and original genius of Novelist John Cheever to see his chosen subject-the American middle class entering the second decade of the Affluent Society-as figures in an Ovidian netherworld of demons. Commuterland, derided by cartoonists and deplored by sociologists as the preserve of the dull-spirited status seeker, is given by Cheever's fables the dignity of the classical theater...
...lovely item who appears on a neighboring Darien. Conn, porch each morning in a shimmering blue robe to serve breakfast to her father, a bar-car contemporary of Wink's. She is just 22. and whether the twain can mate is the fulcrum of this wry comedy of commuterland. In establishing squatter's rights on the Peter De Vries-John Cheever territory. Author Roswell G. Ham Jr. (Fish Flying Through Air) is a trifle unsure of himself, but he has some of the same deft flair for eyedropping vermouth into the suburban martini...
...like a character in one of his novels (Comfort Me with Apples, The Mackerel Plaza. The Tunnel of Love), was left wistfully savoring the sour cream of the jest. This touch of rueful, pun-prone phantasmagoria has made 49-year-old Peter De Vries the leading comic geographer of commuterland. Humorist De Vries surveys his world with the wacky vision of a man who has inadvertently put on the wrong pair of glasses...
...ambition, Tom Rath has a certain appeal. Though he strains visibly. Author Wilson never lifts His administrative czar Hopkins off the literary blueprints. As a fable of the "tense and frantic" '50s, The Man in the Gray Flannel Suit catches a little of the social transiency of Commuterland, where the richest nomads in the world fold their $15,000 and $25,000 tents and move on in the family Buick to more exclusive oases. Unfortunately, too much of the novel verges on upper-middle-class soap opera baited with tune-in-tomorrow-for-the-next-upsetting-episode slickness. Author...