A novel both deeply disturbing and oddly touching

Amateurs dHappy Endings and tender stories of love abstain: the very squeaky novel "The panoramic window" Richard Yates (adapted brilliantly to the cinema, there are a few years under the title "Revolutionary Road") is not for you. Yet everything starts from the most conventional way of the world by a thunderclap between Frank Wheeler, a young man full dentrain brilliant professional future, and April, beautiful young educated woman. They love each other, they sadmirent, they are each "Letre more interesting" than the other had ever met. Touching illusion but a few years of marriage and two children more or less accidental are quick to tarnish ...

Eight years later, Wheeler is still a lovely couple, settled in New York suburb in a tidy little house and greatly appreciated their neighbors, but the worm in the apple sest insinuated. Hidden behind the walls of their beautiful home and their walls of pretense, the Wheeler tear, punctuating their marriage disputes increasingly violent: April despises Franck and Franck feared April. In a last ditch effort to save their marriage and show one to another that they are always exceptional beings that they thought was eight years earlier, they take an adventurous decision: leave lAmérique and from France, land of culture and civilization (oulah! ) where their potential can finally flourish. But, as said the other, there are far from the Gap and far stabilize things, hazardous project will play the role of event trigger, precipitating the crisis.

With the "picture window" Richard Yates managed the feat to deliver a novel both deeply disturbing and oddly touching. Disturbing as it offers a picture of the couple that far removed from the usual romances: a relationship based on mutual contempt, passion appearances and conformism (if our life is not a fairy tale, it does not is well worth a lived ) and neurotic fear of loneliness. But also touching, because if Frank and April often compete puerility and daveuglement although Franck won several times the prize of mediocrity, in my opinion they Nont are nevertheless very human: they shy a little, we upset, but we understand them anyway. In their weaknesses, their small veuleries, their childhood fears, there was a bit of us. A strong novel, sad and true that the heart lon closes with a top ice pity and fear: pray heaven to never be like them