My God, the Suburbs!
Colm Tóibín: John Cheever, 5 November 2009
“... nature of his disease.’ He looked up the telephone number of Alcoholics Anonymous. Later, he wrote in his journals: ‘Then, my hands shaking, I open the bar and drink the leftover whiskey, gin and vermouth, whatever I can lay my shaking hands on.’ ‘My God, the suburbs!’ Cheever wrote in 1960. ‘They encircled the city’s ... ”