Revolutionary Road, The Easter Parade, Eleven Kinds Of Loneliness by Richard YatesRevolutionary Road, The Easter Parade, Eleven Kinds Of Loneliness by Richard Yates

Revolutionary Road, The Easter Parade, Eleven Kinds Of Loneliness

byRichard YatesIntroduction byRichard Price

Hardcover | January 6, 2009

Pricing and Purchase Info

$27.72 online 
$30.00 list price save 7%
Earn 139 plum® points

In stock online

Ships free on orders over $25

Available in stores



Three classic works—including the virtuosic Revolutionary Road, soon to be a major motion picture—that exemplify the remarkable gifts of this great American master.


Richard Yates’s first novel, Revolutionary Road is the unforgettable portrait of a marriage built on dreams that tragically never come to fruition. In The Easter Parade, he tells the story of two sisters whose parents’ divorce overshadows their entire lives. And in the stories in Eleven Kinds of Loneliness, we witness men and women striving for better lives amid discouragement and disillusion.

(Book Jacket Status: Jacketed)

Richard Yates, born in 1926, was praised as the foremost novelist of the postwar “age of anxiety.” He died in 1992.Richard Price is the author of seven novels, including Clockers, Freedomland, and Lush Life.
Title:Revolutionary Road, The Easter Parade, Eleven Kinds Of LonelinessFormat:HardcoverDimensions:696 pages, 8.31 × 5.39 × 1.45 inPublished:January 6, 2009Publisher:Knopf Doubleday Publishing GroupLanguage:English

The following ISBNs are associated with this title:

ISBN - 10:0307270890

ISBN - 13:9780307270894

Look for similar items by category:


Read from the Book

FROM THE INTRODUCTION BY RICHARD PRICEAs crystalline as he was on the page, in the flesh Richard Yates was a magnificent wreck, a chaotic and wild-hearted presence, a tall but stooped smoke-cloud of a man, Kennedyesque in dress and manner, gaunt and bearded with hung eyes and a cigarette-slaughtered voice, the words barreling out of him in a low breathless rumble as ash flew into salads, into beer mugs, into the laps of others with every gesture, his demeanor invariably lurching between courtly-solicitous and edge-of-bitter cavalier.I first met Yates in 1974 at the School of the Arts, Columbia University, in an MFA fiction workshop. For a few thousand dollars a semester, he entered the room every week wearing a nubby sports jacket and askew knit tie to critique and counsel a table of students sporting frayed bell-bottoms, Prince Valiant bangs and sarcastic hats. It had been thirteen years since Revolutionary Road. Disturbing the Peace was a year away.We were in our early twenties, and most of us had neither read nor even heard of him. In class he called you by your last name, no title: a brusque, slightly boarding-schoolish and utterly seductive form of address. He regularly and passionately savaged those writers whom he perceived to be his more validated (‘‘lucky,’’ he called them) peers, but he treated a student’s work, no matter how hapless, with shocking earnestness.He was a nurturer of grudges; an incubator of slights.His personal gods were Hemingway and Fitzgerald.He was bitter.

Editorial Reviews

“To me and to many other writers of my generation, the work of Richard Yates came as a liberating force . . . He was one of the most important and influential writers of the second half of the century.” —Robert Stone“It is Yates’s relentless, unflinching investigation of our secret hearts, and his speaking to us in language as clear and honest and unadorned and unsentimental and uncompromising as his vision, that makes him such a great writer.” —Richard Russo