Word: commuterland
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...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...
Nomads of Commuterland. But the pinnacle of success makes Tom dizzy, and he refuses to climb. He tries to explain it all to Betsy: "Why do you think Hopkins is great? Mainly, it's because he never thinks about anything but his work, day and night, seven days a week, three hundred and sixty-five days a year ... I like Hopkins - I admire him ... I wouldn't want to be like...
...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...
Like the edge of a locust swarm, the frontier of Commuterland advances, driving the farmers before it and leaving deposits of white colonial mansions and wrought-iron signs upon the green, tumbled land. But just ahead of the chirking mass, beyond the last bounds of a commuter's endurance, past the Levittowns and past Newyorkerland with its split-level houses and split-personality admen and Wall Streeters, lies the land of Dinner Party. It is rich farmland which no one farms, populated by Men who have Made their Mark and their families. Their wives scorn elegance in favor...