I love Richard Yates, his work, and the novel, Revolutionary Road. It's a devastating novel.
I have a deadline. I'm glad. I think that will help me get it done.
I found one remaining box of comics which I had saved. When I opened it up and that smell came pouring out, that old paper smell, I was struck by a rush of memories, a sense of my childhood self that seemed to be contained in there.
He comes to this other world and he has to reinvent himself. Again, it felt natural, even though I'd been working really hard trying to come up with something.
Every time another review comes out I let out a deep breath.
I was thinking, too, of Superman and his fortress of solitude.