When I was in high school, or just after, I read a novel which only became significant with passing time as events traspired or conspired to link with the story and its heroine. Memory is like static cling; what happens after renders the event, like pregnancy after a lost love.

A quick run-through of the fifties. Briefly, we had it good materially, compared with the rest of the world, but, again unlike the rest of the world, we whined at the lack of a spiritual realm in all this economic growth. We were searching through the scraps of time for something to mean, whereas in other lands they would be glad of something to eat. They’ve loved us ever since over there, and that’s part of the reason.

So, the revolution of 1775 where rigid individualism was crowned sovereign came down to the rats’ maze of industrialism. That was the story of the book, and just abour every other book of the times, from The Man in the Gray Flannel Suit to On the Road.

April Wheeler was all for that. She was all for her husband, also, who was one of those stunted souls desiring to breathe free. He wanted to be a writer, but there was that soul-killing job at the office. So April Wheeler set about releasing him from his bonds, to set that caged canary free to soar like the eagle.

Except … every strand she untied, he was there with another alibi. Eventually she realized in was all a scam. He was where he was not out of some freak accident. He, like all us Americans, has a high estimation of his stature and low expectations for realizing it.

All I remembered was the name, April Wheeler, and Google presented me with an infinite number of them. And so, what to my surprise, this morning I’m looking at the paper and see in Entertainment they’re remaking another in that long thread of flicks about suburban angst in the fifties. Oh, boy. They’re bringing the two lovers from Titanic back and setting them right smack in the Eisenhower penguin-march assemblyline era.

And the character played by the great Kate Winslet is – April Wheeler!

I found her. The book the movie is based upon is Revolutionary Road. I’m sure the movie will be different, so this won’t spoil it for you. For one factor, character in novels must be sacrificed for the egos of actors. This has been mentioned before. Pat Conroy complained how his The Great Santini was mangled by the needs of its star. I’m sure Frank Wheeler will not be such a fraud in the film (which means the movie will probably lose its meaning, like they do).

Anyway, I found April Wheeler. That’s good enough for one day.



Smalltown Texan, Blackland Prairie, a senior. Sometimes I have trouble keeping up. Married, with Rottie/Pit. Reading, and some writing, that's me.

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